Romans go home!!

[Conchaga]

[Brian is writing graffiti on the palace wall. The Centurion catches him in the act]
Centurion: What's this, then? "Romanes eunt domus"? People called Romanes, they go, the house?
Brian: It says, "Romans go home. "
Centurion: No it doesn't ! What's the latin for "Roman"? Come on, come on !
Brian: Er, "Romanus" !
Centurion: Vocative plural of "Romanus" is?
Brian: Er, er, "Romani" !
Centurion: [Writes "Romani" over Brian's graffiti] "Eunt"? What is "eunt"? Conjugate the verb, "to go" !
Brian: Er, "Ire". Er, "eo", "is", "it", "imus", "itis", "eunt".
Centurion: So, "eunt" is...?
Brian: Third person plural present indicative, "they go".
Centurion: But, "Romans, go home" is an order. So you must use...?
[He twists Brian's ear]
Brian: Aaagh ! The imperative !
Centurion: Which is...?
Brian: Aaaagh ! Er, er, "i" !
Centurion: How many Romans?
Brian: Aaaaagh ! Plural, plural, er, "ite" !
Centurion: [Writes "ite"] "Domus"? Nominative? "Go home" is motion towards, isn't it?
Brian: Dative !
[the Centurion holds a sword to his throat]
Brian: Aaagh ! Not the dative, not the dative ! Er, er, accusative, "Domum" !
Centurion: But "Domus" takes the locative, which is...?
Brian: Er, "Domum" !
Centurion: [Writes "Domum"] Understand? Now, write it out a hundred times.
Brian: Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar, sir.
Centurion: Hail Caesar ! And if it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.

 

[The Tomtrek]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

 

[Ishcabittle]

Brought peace?

 

[Tisiphone]

TOGA!
TOGA!
TOGA!

 

[CaptainWacky]

Nope, it's freedom for me.

...Nah, only kidding, crucifiction!

 

[Ishcabittle]

Oh, you lucky bastard.

 

[Gagh]

who stuck those plastic bowls over the nice lady's tits in Tizzy's av?

 

[Ishcabittle]

No, dude, those are OBVIOUSLY real.

 

[FBI parte due]

pics plz

 

[CaptainWacky]

Those arent' plastic bowls THEY'RE MY CHLDREN

 

[FBI parte due]

They aren't children anymore, Wacky.

What you did last night changed all that.

 

[CaptainWacky]

Everyone has to grow up sometime. Or, indeed, be MURDERED IN THEIR SLEEP.

 

[Tisiphone]

who stuck those plastic bowls over the nice lady's tits in Tizzy's av?

What's wrong with her tits?

 

[Eggs Mayonnaise]

BLESSED ARE THE SPIKY NORMAN CHEESEMAKING CHEERLEADERS

 

[headvoid]

What's wrong with her tits?

Too long, didnt heed.

 

[CaptainWacky]

some would say tits by their very nature are just wrong

 

[Tisiphone]

Well, if that's how you all feel, I guess I'll have to stop using those kinds of avs.

No worries, I will change it when I get home to something sedate and boring.

 

[The Tomtrek]

Something terrible has just happened.

 

[Tisiphone]

^You must spread the word, my devoted disciple.

 

[CaptainWacky]

CHANGE IT TO A MAN'S ERECT COCK