The fount of wisdom is open, ask away.
For the next 15min I'll answer all questions with a gratuitous shakespearean insult
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Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head, Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle.Originally posted by MediumPimpin
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Thou yeasty sheep-biting flap-dragon!Originally posted by angelsofporn
who dat be what light through that motherfuckin' window break...damn
Be put in a cauldron of lead and usurer's grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough.Comment
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Is the lust for flesh sinfull?Adult SEO Partners - Full service Adult SEO Agency serving some of the biggest names in the industry.Comment
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How doth your wifeth sleepeth knowing you liketh to sodomize her after she falls asleepeth??Originally posted by Gutterboy
The fount of wisdom is open, ask away.<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" border="1" bgcolor="#008000"><tr><td><font size=3>Gone</font></td></tr></table>Comment
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Thou art already dead. stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of thy heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft.Originally posted by MrPopup
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Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?Originally posted by Penrod
What is your take on BP4L?Comment
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I think my favorite part is the beginning.... "trunk of humours"Originally posted by Gutterboy
Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?
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