Fire.
Dear Sir/Madam,
I am writing to inform you of a fire that has broken out on the premises of 123 Cavendon Road…no, that’s too formal. Fire! fire! help me!.123 Cavendon Road. Looking forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
Maurice Moss.
0118 999 881 999 119 725 3
I’m late for golf!
We came to tell you that the computer is now voice activated.
I felt it was the second man flashing which caused the first man to laugh so hard that he caught on fire.
More like someone is doing a sexy striptease, and the others loins caught fire seeing how hot it was.
If I’d had a penny for everytime that happened…
I would have had no pennies whatsoever, but a pretty decent conversation piece, which is worth something on it’s own.
instructions unclear: threw a desk on my burning colleague and now they’re not moving anymore
EDIT: the desk is on fire now too
It looks like he is lifting the desk up and shagging it while his victim looks on in horror. An ultimate expression of power.
Man sitting by campfire says “hey buddy, can you hand my a jumbo graham cracker?”
If the help desk thinks your question is stupid they will set you on fire
That’s Sam Jones as Flash Gordon, and Ornella Muti being super hot
His knees are lit, to.
“In the event that your luge catches fire, please proceed directly to the help desk.”
he’s having a erection so hard that it burns
This is actually directions for a sledding competition. Your shit better be lit for the judging!
enthusiastic double gonorrhea… mongo is appalled
