Tabbsy

Positively Shakesperean, 'e is!

Wait, Tabbsy's from SOUTH Carolina. Never mind, he ain't Shakesperean at all.

But he COULD be Casanova.

If Casanova was into sheep.

Forsooth, Dear Blue, doest thou not knowth upon which whose office I have depended upon thee to minister upon that which doth cometh upon the pathway of thy soul upon All Saint's Day going yonder and betwixt the Isles where upon nary a many moon yon kinfolk did execute the dastardly Macbeth......

Take that, Shakespeare!

Forsooth, Tabbsy, surely thou knoweth 'tis a fair season, which causeth me to dream daily of shagging yon comely lass.

Take that Casanova!

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Come, come, fair wench! Doth thou not know thine own doggie style? Drinketh with me, and sup of this fine grog Doeth thou know the term "rape drug", forsooth?

Prithee, eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen and a half, cut off in this castle with no one to protecteth thee in thy lonely life of bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear.... Shouldst thou requireth my presence for spankings, followed by oral sex, shall I stay a BIT longer?

No, I seek the grail!

(Er, I could stay just a bit, I suppose...)

Forsooth, Tabbsy, I addresseth thee not. Thou seemest not a young blonde or brunette, between sixteen and nineteen and a half. The Princess Nooky, perchance, but ne'er Zoot nor Dingo shalt thou resembleth.

yes, sirree bob. it is indeed true that today's residents of the carolina piedmont have the closest accent to shakespearean english.

and many of them live like folks from the 16th century, as well!

As golden Helios blesseth the dewy morn, surely the learning, wit and grace thou bearest maketh me swoon, fair AgentWood. Also, a comely pair harmeth thee not.

huh?

Wouldst thou I be hoist by my own petard? Better I shouldst fetcheth my coat, than laboreth deeper yet on this grave-like hole.

no hablo shakespeareo.

Get thee to a Carolinery!

Out, out, damn spot! Life's but a pathetic player on online gaming that doth not knowth upon which his own powers resteth in the environs of thine own soul, la belle de sans merci beaucoup and much adiou about nada avec le bibliotheque....

(Danger, danger, Trevor! Lapsing into French-Spanish mis-mash! )

bLuE oRdEr wrote: As golden Helios blesseth the dewy morn, surely the learning, wit and grace thou bearest maketh me swoon, fair AgentWood. Also, a comely pair harmeth thee not.

Nice one Blue, when all other compliments fail......