March 13, 200422 yr ahh the joys of being protestant MR. HARRY BLACKITT: Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can't afford to bloody feed. MRS. BLACKITT: What are we dear? MR. BLACKITT: Protestant, and fiercely proud of it. MRS. BLACKITT: Hmm. Well, why do they have so many children? MR. BLACKITT: Because... every time they have sexual intercourse, they have to have a baby. MRS. BLACKITT: But it's the same with us, Harry. MR. BLACKITT: What do you mean? MRS. BLACKITT: Well, I mean, we've got two children, and we've had sexual intercourse twice. MR. BLACKITT: That's not the point. We could have it any time we wanted. MRS. BLACKITT: Really? MR. BLACKITT: Oh, yes, and, what's more, because we don't believe in all that Papist claptrap, we can take precautions. MRS. BLACKITT: What, you mean... lock the door? MR. BLACKITT: No, no. I mean, because we are members of the Protestant Reformed Church, which successfully challenged the autocratic power of the Papacy in the mid-sixteenth century, we can wear little rubber devices to prevent issue. MRS. BLACKITT: What d'you mean? MR. BLACKITT: I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you,... MRS. BLACKITT: Oh, yes, Harry. MR. BLACKITT: ...and, by wearing a rubber sheath over my old feller, I could insure... that, when I came off, you would not be impregnated. MRS. BLACKITT: Ooh! MR. BLACKITT: That's what being a Protestant's all about. That's why it's the church for me. That's why it's the church for anyone who respects the individual and the individual's right to decide for him or herself. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in fifteen-seventeen, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas,... [sniff] ...and, Protestantism doesn't stop at the simple condom! Oh, no! I can wear French Ticklers if I want. MRS. BLACKITT: You what? MR. BLACKITT: French Ticklers. Black Mambos. Crocodile Ribs. Sheaths that are designed not only to protect, but also to enhance the stimulation of sexual congress. MRS. BLACKITT: Have you got one? MR. BLACKITT: Have I got one? Uh, well, no, but I can go down the road any time I want and walk into Harry's and hold my head up high and say in a loud, steady voice, 'Harry, I want you to sell me a condom. In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.' MRS. BLACKITT: Well, why don't you? MR. BLACKITT: But they-- Well, they cannot, 'cause their church never made the great leap out of the Middle Ages and the domination of alien episcopal supremacy.
March 13, 200422 yr Every sperm is saaaaacred, every sperm is great, and if you waste it God gets quite irate... Right, too much cold medicine for me...
March 13, 200422 yr Every sperm is saaaaacred, every sperm is great, and if you waste it God gets quite irate... Right, too much cold medicine for me... Monty Python rocks
March 13, 200422 yr Me thinks many on this site will miss the above references.... Sigh.... Youth. Quite sad isn't it, although I was more of a Fawlty Towers fan than a Monty Python fan, even though anythin with John Cleese in it is bound to be hilarious.
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