You, sir, are a bicep-deprived knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy bicepless addition.
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also omg babby feeties
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NOW I WANT TO DO SONNY, VOILE, AND LITTLE RED ARTS FOREVER.
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.
(No, these are all wonderful.)
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(I am glad you like them so well!! =) )
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