Time to make Gwyneth blush...

[Banquo's Ghost]

Congrats! Were you crying while writing that post?

Blubbering like a man who has just nailed his crown jewels to the guttering.

Hey, Louis, congratulations on the award for Funniest Member. I guess that's why the babe is staring at you.

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I would offer to be your straight man, but in the light of Pannonian's suggestion, it may get misinterpreted

[caravel]

[Adrian II]

Hey, Louis, congratulations on the award for Funniest Member.

Yeah Louis, I hear you've been voted funniest member.

So tell us when the fun starts, will ya?

[Kanamori]

I congratulate myself for avoiding notice.

Nicely done, me.

[Louis VI the Fat]

Yeah Louis, I hear you've been voted funniest member.

So tell us when the fun starts, will ya?

A Frenchman and a Dutchman man are driving head on, at night, on a twisty, dark road. Both are driving too fast for the conditions and collide on a sharp bend in the road. To the amazement of both, their cars are completely destroyed, yet they both crawl out of their cars without so much as a scratch. In celebration of their amazing fortune, both agree to put aside their dislike for the other from that moment on.

At this point, the Frenchman goes to the trunk of his car and fetches a vintage 1976 Château La Tour de Mons Margaux, still unscated. "Mon Dieu," he says, "our luck knows no limits." He hands the bottle to the Dutchman, exclaiming: ''Praise the Lord and may the French and Dutch forever live in peace and harmony from now on!''

"A toast to our newfound friendship!" the Dutchman replies, and tips the bottle and lashes half of it down. Still flabbergasted over the whole thing, he returns the bottle to the Frenchman, who replies: ''no thanks, I'll just wait till the police get here...''

[Adrian II]

"A toast to our newfound friendship!" the Dutchman replies, and tips the bottle and lashes half of it down. Still flabbergasted over the whole thing, he returns the bottle to the Frenchman, who replies: ''no thanks, I'll just wait till the police get here...''

After which the Dutchman removes a small plastic bag from behind his crushed rear mirror, tips some of its brownish contents into a cigarette paper along with a bit of tobacco and rolls the mother of all reefers. Three hours later, no one has called the police yet. Both are seated on a nearby slope laughing inanely at the sight of their respective car wrecks. The accident, the police and the Mons Margaux are distant memories by the time the first rays of the all-forgiving sun peer through the morning fog and start warming a truly united Europe.

[Rameusb5]

After which the Dutchman removes a small plastic bag from behind his crushed rear mirror, tips some of its brownish contents into a cigarette paper along with a bit of tobacco and rolls the mother of all reefers. Three hours later, no one has called the police yet. Both are seated on a nearby slope laughing inanely at the sight of their respective car wrecks. The accident, the police and the Mons Margaux are distant memories by the time the first rays of the all-forgiving sun peer through the morning fog and start warming a truly united Europe.

Someone hold me!