It's 1989, and Monty Python legend John Cleese pays tribute to his late colleague and fellow comedic genius Graham Chapman in the only way possible. By irreverently taking the piss out of the very institution he's supposed to be honouring. This is the way it's meant to be done. Actually, I can't wait for one of my reprobate mates to peg! And if it's me that pegs, be sure to tell the people I told Cape Town to fuck off and put lank swearwords in magazines!
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