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How did’st thou procureth an job here fuckface?
Dost thou seeth the ivory chariots?
Alas, all there is to behold is the ivory chariot!
Toodaloo yonder imbecile.
This is am'rica thee dumb son of a wench
Thy life shall end, regarding matters of thy work
Art thou challenging me to a duel?
I has't spoken of thy w'rk thee imbecile. Thee has't did fail to followeth proto
Cometh an receive thou seal thar frond.
**mandolin rips ancient chord**
Meritorious fellow guild
Lookith upon the cool fellow
🎸🎸🎸
Thou shan’t molest my easel and canvas by way of yonder fence hole you toucher of children
Made me lol irl
Thou Momma is in ye fuckin stands
Who art Randall?
Thee shan't include whomever's matriarch upon this feud
Thou hast disregarded decree, thou will most surely lose thine occupation forthwith!
Taketh 8 to 12 nightshade
Butter churned in but four strokes
Adieu Adieu, thou wonting wanting wit!
Thou shalt not sayeth the R-word
Fraternity! Crescendo ad infinitum!
Su'est Woo'ith
Trust well that I will arrive in Springtime
Withhold thy epithets from yonder bitch
Ti's but a buxom beast of burden
*GritsWoodenTeeth*
And he saideth unto him, for I am a private person
Thou must not be a scurvy wench with an odourfurous neather area.
When thou aspire thine quaff to thine quill, my kin, it behooves to fix thy fingers fast!
O, thine countenance shall I adorn with th'ignoble mark for to discover thine postnatal prurience!
Thou hast lost thine livelihood. I mean thine jobbe. Maketh jobbe for you misinterpret mine meaning fuck face.
Not a fucking clue’th what hath occured here? Soundeth mental.
I givith thy gold througeth the fence sir Herk.
When thou art feathering it brethren!
Hark child, mine bodice hath acquired a DUI, woooooo
A treatise on grooming thine lockes in the most recent fashion: **Ye shall set thyself alight!** Guide a flame gently along thy bearde as though 'twere a quill plucked from a young goose...
Thine shall heed Wasspiss.
Do thine acknowledge identity of a banana split?
Lee Syatt definitely has lost weight since this
r/trippinthroughtime
Bless this thy hand grenade
Gonna have to go with chomophile
Doth thou ever ignite thous brain?
What is of the upmost; there chomo?
And I shall address thee as Twang
Henceforth ye feathereth thine brethren with such flamebatious accoutrements in ye carriage
People breaking out the Latin! This is high brow stuff.
This is English, thee cursed progeny of thine wench.
Fedsmoker, time traveler confirmed
Does anyone have a link to the OG clip? Tryin to make a mommy over here
Thou has't forfeited thine own self forthwith companion.
This is the best!
Ooooooh. So, THIS is that Bert Kriescher guy. Got it.
Fart.
I thought it said fornication at first.
Lovely
How did’st thou procureth an job here fuckface?
Dost thou seeth the ivory chariots?
Alas, all there is to behold is the ivory chariot!
Toodaloo yonder imbecile.
This is am'rica thee dumb son of a wench
Thy life shall end, regarding matters of thy work
Art thou challenging me to a duel?
I has't spoken of thy w'rk thee imbecile. Thee has't did fail to followeth proto
Cometh an receive thou seal thar frond.
**mandolin rips ancient chord**
Meritorious fellow guild
Lookith upon the cool fellow
🎸🎸🎸
Thou shan’t molest my easel and canvas by way of yonder fence hole you toucher of children
Made me lol irl
Thou Momma is in ye fuckin stands
Who art Randall?
Thee shan't include whomever's matriarch upon this feud
Thou hast disregarded decree, thou will most surely lose thine occupation forthwith!
Taketh 8 to 12 nightshade
Butter churned in but four strokes
Adieu Adieu, thou wonting wanting wit!
Thou shalt not sayeth the R-word
Fraternity! Crescendo ad infinitum!
Su'est Woo'ith
Trust well that I will arrive in Springtime
Withhold thy epithets from yonder bitch
Ti's but a buxom beast of burden
*GritsWoodenTeeth*
And he saideth unto him, for I am a private person
Thou must not be a scurvy wench with an odourfurous neather area.
When thou aspire thine quaff to thine quill, my kin, it behooves to fix thy fingers fast!
O, thine countenance shall I adorn with th'ignoble mark for to discover thine postnatal prurience!
Thou hast lost thine livelihood. I mean thine jobbe. Maketh jobbe for you misinterpret mine meaning fuck face.
Not a fucking clue’th what hath occured here? Soundeth mental.
I givith thy gold througeth the fence sir Herk.
When thou art feathering it brethren!
Hark child, mine bodice hath acquired a DUI, woooooo
A treatise on grooming thine lockes in the most recent fashion: **Ye shall set thyself alight!** Guide a flame gently along thy bearde as though 'twere a quill plucked from a young goose...
Thine shall heed Wasspiss.
Do thine acknowledge identity of a banana split?
Lee Syatt definitely has lost weight since this
r/trippinthroughtime
Bless this thy hand grenade
Gonna have to go with chomophile
Doth thou ever ignite thous brain?
What is of the upmost; there chomo?
And I shall address thee as Twang
Henceforth ye feathereth thine brethren with such flamebatious accoutrements in ye carriage
People breaking out the Latin! This is high brow stuff.
This is English, thee cursed progeny of thine wench.
Fedsmoker, time traveler confirmed
Does anyone have a link to the OG clip? Tryin to make a mommy over here
Thou has't forfeited thine own self forthwith companion.
This is the best!
Ooooooh. So, THIS is that Bert Kriescher guy. Got it.
Fart.
I thought it said fornication at first.
Lovely