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Heh-heh.
Kneel, Ross Spamhammer!
Oh, Willie. You warred against the family, and look what it got you.
Evil Lincoln wrote: What a charming subset of the Pathfinder population we are. We're so obsessed that we spend our free time posting about how other people post about the game.
Or in my case... posting about posting about posting.
Play more, complain less!
People should also discuss more important stuff, like how I was totally framed by those bastard Tudors.
Damn sans-culottes, republicans, and Whigs, always mucking things up.
Clankest not my shield, addle-brained villain! Verily, I lately had yon boar repainted!
Thou canst not fry a supporter, simpleton of the airy reaches.
Knave!
Thou spiest my charge from afar.
Dieu et mon droit!
3.5/Pf et Mon Droit!
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,--instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,--
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore,--since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,--
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
A horse!
A horse!
My kingdom for a horse!
Amateurs...
Criminal.
I see you've been listening to slander, knave-helmed villain.
My winter is wondrous fine.
No! A political thread! Although, my religion has been much overlooked.
WEE!
We are not a rodent!
WEE!
Dr. Heinz Doofenschmertz wrote: Richard III wrote: I told you, it was just a fling! A momentary fancy of the royal loins--that's all. Get over it. touches the ends of live wires together. Didn't anyone tell you not to take advantage of an evil scientist's daughter? WEE! WEE! WEE are not amused!
I told you, it was just a fling! A momentary fancy of the royal loins--that's all. Get over it.
WRONG!
By fact and by royal fiat!
So you matched my hidden pun with your own. Pass the plate...cannibalism was one of the few things I wasn't accused of by posterity.
At least you didn't write any lying plays about me...
Frankly, your thread is not nearly saxy enough for me. I thought you were angling for me to crown it, or at least enthrone myself upon it, but now I feel like you are yorking me around. At least you finally gave me the londown on this thread. It's a brit of a disappointment, but maybe it's all dover now.
Normanlly, I am, so it is something worth becoming acquitaineted with, if you aren't already.
Never agonize plantagenetly.
Twin Agate Dragons wrote: Crimson Jester wrote: agggggggggggggg tooo much to read.....just tell me what if anything I missed everywhere on teh boars!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No wild boars around here. Only royal ones.
David Fryer wrote: Everyone knows that the edition wars are just an extension of politics. Fixed it for you.
A Horse!
A Horse!
My Kingdom for a horse!
*oink*
New pics please.
*oink*
I prefer, Monarchist Boar.
The only parts of France I'm interested in are the parts that rightfully belong to me.
Even better control of information than you, eh, Dickie?
Now that I have back-up modes of transportation, I will outlast you all.
Google only finds Pett saying it. I demand an explanation, and it better be patriotic.
Mr. Holmes, I hope when you are done with the Moriarty case, you will find the real murderer of my two nephews. I am sure there's a Lancastrian behind it, if not Henry himself!
Noobs.
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