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.
I’m late for golf!
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.
What does it mean? Fire blanket?
instructions unclear: threw a desk on my burning colleague and now they’re not moving anymore
EDIT: the desk is on fire now too
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
he’s having a erection so hard that it burns
“In the event that your luge catches fire, please proceed directly to the help desk.”