Originally Posted by iBlink
Why, I dare say, thou art wondereth whenst such thread shall reareth thine ugly head.
Gentlemen, gather round as I embark on a tragic of tales whichth involveth my thwarted attempt to covet the female my liking.
Twas twice days of old when I squired said young lady towardst the moors of yonder. Her well endowed boosom left a ting in my nickers. One might say I was aching to pummeleth her nether regions with the intensity of a thousand Excaliburs. Whenst I moved in to slay the beast, she informed me that she'd been visited by her wrentched aunt flow. Needless to say, I saddled my steed and rode off into the night, leaving the wench downst at the river with high hopes that a sorcerer might stumble upon her and damn her darkend soul to the pits of hell.