I enjoy the presence of rotund posteriors, and I unable to profess falsities.
Mine serpent doth not desire any quantity, unless one posses risen yeast of substantial scale, wench.
When a wench journeys forth into yon chamber who holdeth a waist of most diminutive proportions, with a spherical apparatus in thine visage, THOU BECOMES SWELLED.
Written entirely in 5th period government, gentlemen.
Baby got back.
No student could figure that out. Both my government and English teachers could.
You GET SPRUNG.
I do declare
Me so horny.
You should make it into one of those medieval tapestries.