Neil. Moralee:
The wood carver.
Neil. Moralee:
A load of old bull !
Neil. Moralee:
The Beer Tent.
Neil. Moralee:
The Blacksmith
Neil. Moralee:
Farmers Wife
Neil. Moralee:
Don't Let Him Bully You.
Neil. Moralee:
OK Bert remember to smile at the judge.
Neil. Moralee:
Dont aks me, I haven't a clue .
Neil. Moralee:
It makes my thumbs ache.
Neil. Moralee:
When fashion and dress sense have no meaning.
Neil. Moralee:
Can you speak up a bit .
Neil. Moralee:
Way Back When.
Neil. Moralee:
That "floating" feeling.
Neil. Moralee:
Left hand, right ear.
Neil. Moralee:
Tasty
Neil. Moralee:
Carriage Driving
Neil. Moralee:
Benny the Ball
Neil. Moralee:
Do Old People Smell Funny ?
Neil. Moralee:
I wish you would give that up.
Neil. Moralee:
Mac "the knife" McInnley.
Neil. Moralee:
Its hard to remember why you put the pink welleis on, after an afternoon in the cider tent.
Neil. Moralee:
Two Nuns walked into a bar.
Neil. Moralee:
No Diet Today.
Neil. Moralee:
Rock-and-Roll
Neil. Moralee:
Childrens entertainer (who's scared of clowns)
Neil. Moralee:
Old bikers don't die, our leathers just get tight.
Neil. Moralee:
Over the hills and far away.
Neil. Moralee:
To dye or not to dye, that is the question.
Neil. Moralee:
A touch of purple.
Neil. Moralee:
Urban Pirate.
