Discussion in 'Fiction' started by urqh, May 9, 2013.
Great. Can I use this line:
Then I'll show up on Tuesday to sing about and memorialize all who came before. Great job I have.
Just so we take care of some history..The king was a prisoner..in armour he was mounted on a horse and trotted up the hill with Demontfort to do battle with his son....His entourage had breakies in the abbey quite early...went out in a horrendous storm of biblical proportions...waited a bit...for the sun to get out proper...Rode out of town...with the kings minsrel plucking away at a banjo or something...on his donkey...backwards....
The tavern scene
Wench: My, Sweetie, ain't you got some long shanks?
Edward: Yes, many wenches have commented on my shanks.
Wench: I'm sure they would... You know what us wenches say about a fella with long shanks?
Edward: Uh no, what do they say?
Wench: Let's just say a fella with long shanks can please a tavern wench.
Edward: Ah, I see. They're big tippers?
Wench: You must be from London?
Edward: Here, have a few coppers with my fathers picture on them.
Wench: Ah, thanks... I think I'll go serve that fella with the wide shanks over there.
Okay. So how 'bout I replace the Garand with a period appropriate farm implement or a pointy stick? :stickpoke: And then I'd growl at them to "Get off my hill". Would that work?
Tommy I had a word with queen Eleanor's daughter...She passed a message on for you...Don't shoot the messenger...
Not that I'm impatient or anything but ...................... Where's the Bloody History lesson ?
Geez...do you know how long it takes to saddle the derristers?
The Demontfort column is still on the track from Pershore..they aint reached bengworth bridge yet...
Plus...me paragraphs are wet.
Hurry up, man. I need something to sing about. Otherwise, I'll just hum any tune that comes to my head (and you don't want that) .
Yeah right, Okay! But do us Americans a favor will ya'? Please translate this into somethin we's can understand.
I got this feeling this isn't ging to turn out well for the 3rd Earl of Whatcha-macall-it.
Hoping it will be a 'Blazing Saddles' / 'Monty Python' mix. ...Don' t get too caught up in the details Urqh...Let's go man.
Blimey....what an impatient lot....Wait yer urry...It will be up shortly...Detail...wot detail...
Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Do you see him repressing me!
Geess', How long does it take to change one's paragraphs ?
Hey Poppy! take equal doses of Python + Mel Brooks + Benny Hill ( my favorite) + Steve Martin, add in a little Abbott & Costello, a dash of Charlie Weaver (you'll have to look him up), sprinkle with Jonathan Winters/Robin Williams and then think of a very lonely man 'lost in the meadows of his own mind'.
The anticipation is killing me. Well not actually 'killing' me, I'm still alive, but I'm sure as shootin' looking forward to seeing this this, this something we're going to see. Someday.
No we ain't, Sire!
Some of the lads were a bit pekish so we've stopped at Ye Olde McDonaldies for a bite to eat. Near bashed me head on the ride thru roof I did....way too low for a man and horse to get under!
We'll be a bit late, so you'll have to start without us.
BTW do you want me to fetch you a bowl of McGruel?
The anticipation is killing me too. If killing is defined as: gas/bloating, ringing in the ear, and slight nausea after drinking a bottle of wine...Colour me dead.
If it wasn't for the Americans the battle of Evesham would have been won by... the other side. And everyone would be speaking Belgian, or something. It wasn't Americans per se, mind you, but two divisions of Apaches and some MicMacs armed with bags of enraged wolverines. There were some Wyandottes as well, but they stopped in Glasgow for a pint and got in a fight with some of the locals when one of them complained about the "feathery gits" taking liberties with the local tavern wenches.
I'm going on memory, but I think that's about how it went.
OMG, "bags of enraged wolverines"?.lolol. KB is another nuclear bomb WW2F has in its' arsenal...Don't eff with us NKorea, will unleash the wolverines. Cheers man.
Back ya bloody Gogs - Back I say! No wait,
come on yer Bloody Gogs - This way!
Wait, I have to compose something. What rhymes with "wolverine"?