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I met ye last sunny Saturday afternoon, whereby I was labouring in the garden. I looketh uppeth from-e my toils and what did mine eye spot? yonder moth on table top
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
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Memorandum! wrote:
> That's not even Shakespearean language.
> That's not even Shakespearean language.
dont get all historical anal wit me i watched a program at skool aboot this and lsd was made by a man in da 1930s innit so i learned about it and bought some of some1 called jeremy i think his name was jermemy beadle he had a small ickle baby hand and sold me lsd for secks
Communist Jim wrote:
> ave you bin trippin on da magic pills agen
> innit
I just upped my dosage another few k's
Bruvs out
> ave you bin trippin on da magic pills agen
> innit
I just upped my dosage another few k's
Bruvs out
Commercial, as in not on a widespread basis
Idjit
Idjit
ave you bin trippin on da magic pills agen
innit
innit
wtf is Commercial?
foo
foo
LSD wasn't out in commercial times and not as we know it
Don't get all 'historical anachranism' on me
Don't get all 'historical anachranism' on me
LSD hadn't even came about whilst Shakespeare was alive, ass.
That's not even Shakespearean language.
I confuzzled you all into a stunned silence, permeated only by the whispering notions of a cyber-jester
Beat that
Beat that
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