Wewll, that wasted half-an-hour going through other U-Toob Muppet recitals

Muppets are stuffed, double stuffed.

Overdun.

Lighten up pete, they are a legend. Here's one of my favourite characters, Beaker doing ode to joy.

Shouln't that be in the "Gay & Lesbian" forum?

What would Miss Piggie think?

Here's one for you dear Patsy, my back-up betrothed....

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Damnit!!! I did it right once when SBK showed me..... I must be a slow learner.

Damnit!!! I did it right once when SBK showed me..... I must be a slow learner.

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That seemed to work, Poorsucker, you beauty! Thanks.

edit...well, at least the square came up. LOL!

Should do it for you

That has to be one of the best muppet takes ever. Fab!

Smarty Mr B Bear.

Yup - you left in an 'equals' sign that you should have deleted.

It is everything AFTER the '=' that goes between the quotes.

Learnt that a week ago. Old hand now

Mods - please rename this thread 'Practice Your Attachments Here - Take As Many Tries As You Like'

Next - find your spell-checker and make it work for you.

First, make sure the spell-checker is for the ENGLISH language.

Next - find your spell-checker and make it work for you.

First, make sure the spell-checker is for the ENGLISH language.

My spell checker has gone AWOL.

Shows errors, but not corrections.

OK in Windows Live Mail, Word and other odd programmes.

NOT in TV, shows when editing, but no help.

Not that I need it, but there are times one is not perfect.

Any ideas, I have English, nacherly.

Next - find your spell-checker and make it work for you.

First, make sure the spell-checker is for the ENGLISH language.

My spell checker has gone AWOL.

Shows errors, but not corrections.

OK in Windows Live Mail, Word and other odd programmes.

NOT in TV, shows when editing, but no help.

Not that I need it, but there are times one is not perfect.

Any ideas, I have English, nacherly.

Shoorly Kiwis 'ave been lerned 'ow to rite proper. In English.

Not like them there geezers frum over the other side of the sea, wot don' speek or rite anyfink like wot we does.

'Ow's yer sheep, squire?

'ere! Wot's yor game then eh? You takin' the mickey? Yoo shud take a butchers at yer own cuntrymen. I've see'd sum o' yor peeple thet don't know the Queen's English, an' they wus born wivin a few mahls o' Buck Palace, (an' wivin 'earin' o' Bow Bells).

Ahhh, yes - Bedlamisation at its finest!

'ere! Wot's yor game then eh? You takin' the mickey? Yoo shud take a butchers at yer own cuntrymen. I've see'd sum o' yor peeple thet don't know the Queen's English, an' they wus born wivin a few mahls o' Buck Palace, (an' wivin 'earin' o' Bow Bells).

Actually, old fruit, I was born within the sound of Bow Bells, but we were forced to move, don't you know.

It was the demned elusive Jerries, tossing hardware down on the streets of our glorious capital.

Whereas good King George was able to stay in Buck House after it was damaged, our house (our landlord's house to be exact) was rendered uninhabitable for several years.

Thus we commenced our wanderings, starting appropriately with Stamford Hill, in North London, but moving to the more salubrious suburbs within the space of a few months.

From there I received an excellent education in one of the finest boys' schools in the land. Bags of rugger, discipline from the cadet corps, floggings from the chemistry master. Typical upbringing in the old country in those civilised times. For those of us that deserved such privilege, that is.

I have since been around most of the world, visiting you colonial johnnies and helping to create ties with the mother country. Bringing a little expertise in managing people, teaching the jolly old emigres how things should be done, making sure we don't mention such things as transportation for life, sheep stealing, Harold Larwood, William Webb Ellis, just don't want to rub your jolly little sun-burnt noses in it, now, do we?

Toodle-pip, old chap.

'ere! Wot's yor game then eh? You takin' the mickey? Yoo shud take a butchers at yer own cuntrymen. I've see'd sum o' yor peeple thet don't know the Queen's English, an' they wus born wivin a few mahls o' Buck Palace, (an' wivin 'earin' o' Bow Bells).

Actually, old fruit, I was born within the sound of Bow Bells, but we were forced to move, don't you know.

It was the demned elusive Jerries, tossing hardware down on the streets of our glorious capital.

Whereas good King George was able to stay in Buck House after it was damaged, our house (our landlord's house to be exact) was rendered uninhabitable for several years.

Thus we commenced our wanderings, starting appropriately with Stamford Hill, in North London, but moving to the more salubrious suburbs within the space of a few months.

From there I received an excellent education in one of the finest boys' schools in the land. Bags of rugger, discipline from the cadet corps, floggings from the chemistry master. Typical upbringing in the old country in those civilised times. For those of us that deserved such privilege, that is.

I have since been around most of the world, visiting you colonial johnnies and helping to create ties with the mother country. Bringing a little expertise in managing people, teaching the jolly old emigres how things should be done, making sure we don't mention such things as transportation for life, sheep stealing, Harold Larwood, William Webb Ellis, just don't want to rub your jolly little sun-burnt noses in it, now, do we?

Toodle-pip, old chap.

Aw heck!.....I didn't realise that your family had rented accomodation. Sorry mate!

Nevermind cobber, I have neighbours that rent too, and they're good bastards.

I'm sorry about your boys boarding school experiences..... you're still a man, mate....that was years ago.

And mate......I dunno why you call me a fruit...I'll take it as a cultural misunderstanding.

Over here, we only call nancy boys "fruit".

Just so ya know.

And mate......I dunno why you call me a fruit...I'll take it as a cultural misunderstanding.

Over here, we only call nancy boys "fruit".

Just so ya know.

Sorry, I was thinking Sydney, not Aukland.

But it doesn't / didn't necessarily have the same connotation in my young days.

Don't feel sorry for my schooling - thoroughly enjoyed it. Served me well for the past 50 years while I've been out in the wide, wide world.

I liked that Talking Heads version.

After the crap that followed it.

Sorry, can we get back to the muppts?

^555 Patsy, you should know that in Bedlam, that's a threadkiller post!

And mate......I dunno why you call me a fruit...I'll take it as a cultural misunderstanding.

Over here, we only call nancy boys "fruit".

Just so ya know.

Queers

And

Nonces

Travelling

As

Stewards

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVXX6NFpcT8

For Neverdie