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Lemon - bi- she/her - kin-friendly!- I lov my ocs so much - 28
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
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Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?

Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word โ€œi cupโ€ composed?

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Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.

Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.

Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Iโ€ฆI have not sufficient to sup on fowl.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a โ€˜bโ€™, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?

Elizabethan husband: Wife, ho! Bring forth my keys!

Elizabethan wife: [throws a writing slope before him]

Elizabethan husband: My keys, my keys! What, hast thou not ears?

Elizabethan wife: I thought thou said writing slope.

Elizabethan husband: Devil take thee; why would I say writing slope?

Elizabethan daughter: Harken father! Tis the valorous kush!

Elizabethan father: Thou art in the petty market; how valorous mayest it be?

Elizabethan Peasant: Good morrow, my fine fellows! Thou mayest call me Jared, I hasโ€™t seen 19 years upon the Good Lordโ€™s green earth, but I am melancholic, for I must admit it was not my privilege to learn to decipher script.

Elizabethan Scholar: whosoever didst throw that crumpled parchment: thine mother is naught but a poxy trollop
Elizabethan Parent: pray tell, what hast thou?
Elizabethan Child: a dagger!
Elizabethan Parent: NAY

Elizabethan girl: My dear Christopher, hast thou a weed?

Elizabethan boy: Nay, โ€˜tis naught but a wax writing utensil-

Elizabethan girl: I shall summon the authorities posthaste! [sets a grandfather clock to 9:11, it takes a while to wind it up] [Foreign Fellow Objects in D minor begins playing]

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boy: Nay, โ€˜tis naught but a wax

writing utensil-

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

The exception is cheesy local commercials. Those should be the only ads. I will listen to someone who runs a store in my city doing an awkward rap. We once had a furniture store with these awful CGI ads and the slogan "where the deals are so low, it's almost criminal!" and then they got shut down, by the cops, because it turned out. It turned out the deals were so low because. You're not going to believe this but the prices were so low it was in fact

truly nothing funnier than having an archive of when you first started getting into a media that has since consumed your entire life

you see an old post of yours thats dated like a month after you got introduced to Media and it says like โ€œhuh im kinda liking Blorbo Bingus? but heโ€™s not really my favorite. he seems sillyyy though heโ€™s neat iโ€™m sure heโ€™s nice :)โ€ and you just

the degree that parents of young children seem to think Baby Shark came out of nowhere astounds me. this is a DECADES-OLD camp song, that has spanned generations. 

i am not a parent of a young child but i worked at summer camps for years and let me tell you before it was ruined by parents of young children baby shark was the most fun camp song ever. kids went buckwild over baby shark. but then it had to be commercialized. you ruined it. yall motherfuckers stay away from the bear song or weโ€™ll have words 

I think maybe Childrenโ€™s camp and schoolyard songs are the last, true, โ€œfolk music,โ€ by the strictest definition.

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