Pete: "that image is too f**king wide!"

And with that he thoroughly emptied the floral-patterned pillowcases of booty, most of which was comprised of turn-of-the-century movie paraphanelia.

Bond was worried that Q had lost the plot regarding new transportation.

Obscured to the left of the picture is the "Lawnmower saddle sniffing society" for pervy old men.

Shocked by the sight of her father exposed by the fireplace, Muriel ran from the room screaming.

Lawnmower Ladies are the new Biker Babes.

"Does it come in pink?"

Slowly, Gordon the big blue.. er.. lawnmower, edged away...