“Right, I’ve put the silly curly slippers on, now ask him which way it is to the flying carpets, post-haste!”

500 years of inbreeding had to the end badly. Here’s the proof, England.

“The guards simply didn’t notice. Neither did I… I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man’s shoes?”

That is quite a rollicking good jape about the slippers, James. Ha! Yes… quite droll. Best to keep those to yourself lest I call Mother to arrange a trip to France.

“Oh my god, I’m sooo high!”

“I was told you would be wearing silly white slippers as well. I do believe I’ve been Punk’D. Someone get Bond on the phone, I want Mr. Kutcher’s penis on my desk by Friday. Pip pip, now.”

Hans Brinker visits the terrorists…..

“Excuse me…Why is he laughing?”
“Because you are wearing his wife’s shoes.”

Aww, he got the velcroes

Welcome back, Photo Boy!

“I say, old chap, this is terribly unfair. I gave him that lovely table cloth he has on his head, and all he gave me is these revolting slippers…”