I want to eat his heart and liver in an attempt to absorb whatever uber DNA Bob had that allowed him to be such an extensive quipster. Help me petition his wife and family to this end. Some people say losing a much loved comedian who has become ingrained in all our hearts and memories is very much akin to a man losing his favourite stick, a stick that you found youself and removed all the bark from and used it to whip many a flower that had a bumble bee nestled in its nectar laden cup.

I say, bring Bob back alive and kill him again if it will help just one poor fella to regain his missing tree appendage. Imagine the soulless many who stand beside a bonfire in their back gardens, without a handy stick to poke and prod the embers with. It could bring a tear to a glass eye .

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GOVT. Warning: Do not smoke around children they will badger you for fags.

Who the fuck is Bob Monkhouse?

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

how come the only famous people that die are comedians

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Didn't he keep notebooks of all his jokes? Surely if you fed it all into a computer, you could have a realistic simulation of Bob Monkhouse to rule over us.

I deny all rumours that such a prototype exists in my basement, anyway, I gave him that book back.

"The other day, I spilled stain remover on my sleeve, how do you get that out?"

Rest In Peace, Bob.

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Dad was flammable

that wasnt stain remover...i switched the labels

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Que?

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

its psychadelic

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