May 2012
3 posts
"Out o'time sir? Ye lie! Art thou any more than a...
I am tired of Malvolio’s pompous attitude towards me and mine own…Thanks to that dearest hart and glorious creature, Maria, The foul prick shall rue the day he emerged into this world between his mother’s knees…
Oh how I ever do despise the self-gratification and arrogant air of superiority he flaunts over the other servants. With baited breath I await the day that...
"What a plague means my neice to take death of her...
Awaiting the fine lady Maria to fetch glorious canary from the cellar (obviously only to sait Sir Andrew Aguesomething’s wastrel gust) I have stumbled upon this so called “Tumbler” but as am yet to understand what is being tumbled by this device… Good Sir Andrew has been successfully convinced to stay and attempt to woo my woeful cousin Olivia… It is yet to...
I Hate Tuesdays...
I have awoken under yonder oak tree without gaskins yet again, I can never manage to keep those darned things on properly after a good night’s play… Meanwhile cousin Olivia grows ever so weary of my late night escapades with my trusty flaggon of ale, yet she grows ever more tiresome within the thoes of mourn whilst I merely attempt to lighten situations with but a...