Nobody will expect the Spanish Inquisition!
How dare you disrupt the sanctity of my soliloquy?Brother Knights before Wenches!
INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.This is the lance that shall pierce yon Heavens!
Looked at my yonder kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Belaire.
edited 15th Jun '11 1:37:18 AM by Kinkajou
INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.Þæt wæs gōd cyning!
(I honestly think that should be a meme.)
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.Remove thine corset, lest thou'rt banished to the pantry, wench.
Switch FC code: SW-4420-1809-1805Stab me not, brother!
That Song of Roland is a pretty cool guy. Eh kills Sracerns and doesn't afraid of horns.
Yo momma so dumb, when she heard about the Diet of Worms she said: "I thought yon leeches were healthier".
Yo momma so fat, she defended the Straits of Gibraltar from the pagans by herself!
- I see you sauntering 'round the village with the lady I love, and I'm like
- To hell with thee
- To hell with thee
edited 17th Jun '11 4:43:51 AM by AirofMystery
I am firingeth an arrow!
Whan that morn, thanne longen I
To be freshe, and roosh to lie
Down from the roof to food below
And eat my croppe of wheat and go
The hooly blisful carriage for to seke
Redy to wenden on my work
But nathelees, my felaweshipe anon
Sat in a carriage of their own
Me thynketh I have resoun to telle
Al the condicioun of their setes as well
They called to me to enter in
But which sete shall my day bigynne?
T’was Friday, Friday, on the morn of Friday
Felaweship was waiting for the week’s end, week’s end
Friday, Friday, ech daunce on a Friday
Felaweship was waiting eager for the week’s end
Weel duancing, weel dauncing, yea!
Weel duancing, weel dauncing, yea!
Revelry, revelry,
Waiting eager for the week’s end
Thou never goest full oaf.
Problem, herald?
I baked thou a Crispel, but have eaten it before thine arrival.
Pharaoh Man is the solution to all your problems. Except those involving time shenanigans.Thy pastry has been falsed.
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)edited 16th Apr '13 10:39:35 AM by Yowuza
This hath been greater than 9000!
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)H͢E C͞OM̷E̶TH͝
There doth be no horses in Gensokyo!
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)edited 17th Jun '11 10:25:13 AM by Chabal2
If persons be doth killed, they so perish.
somethinghow is infent formeth?
Oy, fellow! We have been informed that thou is fond of archery, so we have annexed a bow to thy bow so thou may fire arrows whilst firing arrows.
yeah, I know my medieval english needs work
edited 17th Jun '11 10:42:56 AM by Jinjoman
Pharaoh Man is the solution to all your problems. Except those involving time shenanigans.This doth be delicious!
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)
You know the drill.