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Since one especially likes Life of Brian, the Holy Grail and the Flying Circus, but less parts of the Live at the Hollywood Bowl, and certainly not the Meaning of Life. Those that do in fact like that last one (and usually, quite self-explanatory, like the others far less), please leave now for your favourite destination. We will not have to do with simple, American-humor types on this page, mind you.

Well, Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.

For more of this enlightening stuff, go to something completely the same or something completely different.

On the risk of winning this years' Twit of the Year contest, I'll leave you with a link to a 'Net introduction.

Mr. Luxury Yacht.
(It's spelt Mr. Luxury Yach-t but it's pronounced Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove)
Please refer to button 3 below. Now get on with it!

For those wishing to indulge in further insults, OnMouseOver...:
If to be sent for a shrubbery If bored of shrubberies If too little sense can be made of this page If taking it no more If in search of real estate