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  • Moscow Mule
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    Originally posted by El_Diablo View Post

    End of thread for me ciao.
    Thou lily-livered stinkwort!

    Thy food is such as hath been belch'd upon by infected lungs, sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, a poor unminded outlaw, thou currish tickle-brained devil-mon, O teach me how I should forget to think.

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  • El_Diablo
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    Originally posted by Cliphead View Post
    Awright, you win
    I usually do, I commend your fight.

    End of thread for me ciao.

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  • Cliphead
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    Originally posted by El_Diablo View Post
    You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
    Awright, you win

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  • El_Diablo
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    Originally posted by Cliphead View Post
    tulip, is my cam on?
    You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!

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  • Cliphead
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    Originally posted by El_Diablo View Post
    Peace, ye fat guts!
    tulip, is my cam on?

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  • El_Diablo
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    Originally posted by Cliphead View Post
    I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.
    Peace, ye fat guts!

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  • Cliphead
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    Originally posted by El_Diablo View Post
    Go, pr1ck thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy.
    I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.

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  • El_Diablo
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    Originally posted by Cliphead View Post
    A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss'd with.
    Go, pr1ck thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy.

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  • Cliphead
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    A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss'd with.

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  • snaw
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    Mastor Baiters. The lot of you. Stopeth the beating forthwith.

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  • El_Diablo
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    Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee

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  • Cliphead
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    Originally posted by Moscow Mule View Post
    You shall stifle in your own report,
    and smell of calumny
    I think thou wast created for men to breath themselves upon thee.

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  • Moscow Mule
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    Originally posted by Cliphead View Post
    Were I like thee I'd throw away myself
    You shall stifle in your own report,
    and smell of calumny

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  • Cliphead
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    Originally posted by threaded View Post
    Sense sure you have, else could you not have motion; but sure that sense is apoplex'd.
    Were I like thee I'd throw away myself

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  • Moscow Mule
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    Originally posted by threaded View Post
    Sense sure you have, else could you not have motion; but sure that sense is apoplex'd.
    [Thou art] a very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.

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