the 3000th thread! All hail the three thousandth thread!

unclehobart said:
worry thou not about it... tis my own personal madness. I wish its vex upon thee not.
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Thank ye, Lord Hobart. Thou doth lay too much pleasantness apon me, doth. Thou art more radiant than the sun and more windy that the trees. I am most exceedingly obliged.

Dothest thou wantest a shag?

:eyemouth:
 
Shag thou away, fair maiden. Skin of alabaster.. neck of graceful swan... err... *grabs thesaurus*... vivid gaze of *flips page* the mid summer moon dancing along the surface of an elegant Venezuelan waterfall.
 
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How ist thou so wise in the ways of literature? *puts down Monty Python Reference book* *picks up Romeo and Juliet* Help me into thine house, Hobartio, or I shall faint. How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? :retard: A thousand times goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow... :moon2:
 
Chicks are supposed to like the longer neck thing. Its an element of a long and graceful dancers body. Ballerina stuff. Youve never heard the term?

Thee standeth ayre high above the mists of the midwinter moon, angelic in rainment, delicate as a jasmine vine tracing the border of circulae balcony stair. Each whispher, heavy as returning honeyed bees, find their way to mine lips, doth leaveth mineself as awakend as a new born deer... struggling for first steps... enstreched to attain the glory of the glint and gleam of thine angelic facade' ... falling short, unable to obtain rapture.
 
unclehobart said:
Chicks are supposed to like the longer neck thing. Its an element of a long and graceful dancers body. Ballerina stuff. Youve never heard the term?

Thee standeth ayre high above the mists of the midwinter moon, angelic in rainment, delicate as a jasmine vine tracing the border of circulae balcony stair. Each whispher, heavy as returning honeyed bees, find their way to mine lips, doth leaveth mineself as awakend as a new born deer... struggling for first steps... enstreched to attain the glory of the glint and gleam of thine angelic facade' ... falling short, unable to obtain rapture.
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Damn.

:worship:
 
HomeLAN said:
Shit, I thought I left this excrement behind in my junior year of high school...
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Lord Otto, I ne'er hath reason opportune yay verily in school of high, days of yore gone by. Walls come tumbling down... a trembling spirit rests.
 
unclehobart said:
Thee standeth ayre high above the mists of the midwinter moon, angelic in rainment, delicate as a jasmine vine tracing the border of circulae balcony stair. Each whispher, heavy as returning honeyed bees, find their way to mine lips, doth leaveth mineself as awakend as a new born deer... struggling for first steps... enstreched to attain the glory of the glint and gleam of thine angelic facade' ... falling short, unable to obtain rapture.
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I'm strangely aroused.
 
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