Twentie-Sevenne Minnutes of Whytte Noyse dost be-ginne againne onst thee tenthe of Januarie, mercredi, at nyne and a halfe of the eventide. (Easterne Tyme) Miss it notte!
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Keyp onst Traynglinne,
Antonie
Go ye here
Keyp onst Traynglinne,
Antonie
7 comments:
sure, i'll tune in on my way home from the jalopy shoppe.
Geoffrey Chaucer wrote about sex. Why don't you write about sex? If you wrote about sex, more people might read your blog.
who wants to read about awkward, handsy sex?
Is he awkward and handsy during sex? Tell us, Nick.
Maybe there is more to my life than increasing my blog readership. You know, like trying to turn down Nick's constant sexual advances without turning him into an angry stalker with a grudge and a knife.
You turned him into an angry stalker with a grudge and a knife? I thought he just kinda came into the world that way.
I'm a knife stalker!
PORK STAMP!
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