Originally Posted by iBlink
Wence one hath taken notice to span of time in which we, gentlemen and wench alike, have partaken in such dialect, I shudder in the sheer terror of such realization that many moons have ascended in the heavens and faded into the abyss since we came together in such meriment. HO! I say, do join me, good brethren, as I promise many laughs will ensue once we embark on our quest for the lulz.
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Why, indeed I am good sir. Art thou a member of such Greek organizations?
Thou hateth?
I've appeared to have bludgeoned the memory of said battle from thine memory. Carry on then Sir Simpington, shower these cheap strumpets with gifts of gold, mir and frankinscence. Once again, thou hath placeth the feline on a pedastle.Originally Posted by Supermanblue79
Dare thou cast thine eyes toward mine direction Sir Coat of Peagan Trenches.
Thou memory is shortened indeed.
Twas thee who whast bloody beaten following thy invitations of unatural pleasures, disguised as a battle of swords.
Be on thy way Sir Coat of Peagan Trenches.
Unlike your own, my sword remained sheathed amongst men.
I, too, am enthralled by those of the opposite gender, however I am completely enraptured by those lacking in melatonin. I am in the most sincere anticipation of viewing damsels clothed in exposed midriffs and clavicles.
