And in fine form. Two samples:
John Howard's kind promise to cauterise some of the nastier pustules of terrorist pestilence in the sovereign territory of our less democratically adept neighbours has been met with alarm and dismay. This was to be expected. As Corporal Jones famously noted in relation to an earlier outbreak of intemperate Islamic enthusiasms, "They don't like cold steel up 'em!"
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At full prenatal dilation, the typical cervix is a good deal more capacious than an economy class Qantas seat -- so much so that, when the Professor awoke fevered and confused from his mid-ocean slumbers, he briefly mistook the headphones clamped upon his sweaty temples for the forceps that drew him so many years ago into this wide world of woe. Fortunately, reality trumped instinct before he could cry, "Mama!" and suckle on the hostess -- thus avoiding a sure case of food poisoning and denying the weekend papers a lively tale of aerial assault.
