gifrecipes / It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!

Burn her! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Well, we did do the nose. Did you dress her up like this? Who leaps out?

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4 years ago by prime_mover / $0.00

No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Who's that, then? More witches! I move for no man. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... I have to push the pram a lot. You'll what? That is why I am your king!

4 years ago by not_invented_here / $0.00

More witches! Right. All right.

4 years ago by tactical_grace / $0.00

What? No, they'd have to have it on a line. I feel fine! Old woman! Look, my liege! What do you mean? ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...

4 years ago by wisdom_like_silence / $0.00

I think I'll go for a walk. What are you going to do, bleed on me? Oh, let's be nice to him. I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. A scratch? Your arm's off! He says they've already got one! Did you dress her up like this? He beat a very brave retreat... We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Augh, we didn't! We didn't...

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