Delta40
07-05-2011, 09:37 AM
(In a chamber, Gent gazes admiringly a Lady’s creamy bosom)
Ye smylyng as ye sprede wanton thyghes…
(Dude passes through a portal and his boom box vibrates powder from Gent’s wig)
Yo bro! I love your motherf u c king slanguage!
(Gent takes his kerchief and covers the Lady’s face)
Hath swych skorne melled weel? I doubte it!
(Dude looks puzzled, as if he has missed something)
Ain’t we both yanking our monkey to see her sunny side up?
(She squeals and Gent stands between them)
Ye ryot plente ladde whyle she enforsyth me to holde myn tong.
(Dude steps up to the defiant challenge)
Yeah? Well you shut your hole or I’ll kick your a s s.
(Gent is haughty in his reply. The lady quivers neath the covering)
Ye truste yors wyll hangyth owte longe? Smalle scorpyon!
(Dude gives a gang hand sign as a warning)
Comprende Amigo? She’s da bomb and I’m her detonator.
(Gent brushes his cuffs and flips his hand)
What prate are ye to spake so commen wan ye vow be nought?
(Dude gets worked up and pokes Gent in the chest)
Listen my friend, we going postal if you don’t leave like Elvis
(Gent covers the Lady’s ears and advises her)
Ladye so farly swete, be deaf to hys lewde knoks of Evils
(Dude snatches the kercheif from the Lady and bursts out laughing)
Peace out bro. I’m all ready to blow chunks on your b i t c h.
(Gent preens himself, proud and victorious)
Ah my hart is pleasyd and my payne easyd. Pass on ye pyg.
(Dude turns up the volume and re-enters the portal muttering)
That dude is one friggin mystery meat.
(Gent turns back to the lady)
Swych gents e’er shallbe sykley, bleding dyseases
(Lady smiles and places Gents hand on her bosom)
Ye smylyng as ye sprede wanton thyghes…
(Dude passes through a portal and his boom box vibrates powder from Gent’s wig)
Yo bro! I love your motherf u c king slanguage!
(Gent takes his kerchief and covers the Lady’s face)
Hath swych skorne melled weel? I doubte it!
(Dude looks puzzled, as if he has missed something)
Ain’t we both yanking our monkey to see her sunny side up?
(She squeals and Gent stands between them)
Ye ryot plente ladde whyle she enforsyth me to holde myn tong.
(Dude steps up to the defiant challenge)
Yeah? Well you shut your hole or I’ll kick your a s s.
(Gent is haughty in his reply. The lady quivers neath the covering)
Ye truste yors wyll hangyth owte longe? Smalle scorpyon!
(Dude gives a gang hand sign as a warning)
Comprende Amigo? She’s da bomb and I’m her detonator.
(Gent brushes his cuffs and flips his hand)
What prate are ye to spake so commen wan ye vow be nought?
(Dude gets worked up and pokes Gent in the chest)
Listen my friend, we going postal if you don’t leave like Elvis
(Gent covers the Lady’s ears and advises her)
Ladye so farly swete, be deaf to hys lewde knoks of Evils
(Dude snatches the kercheif from the Lady and bursts out laughing)
Peace out bro. I’m all ready to blow chunks on your b i t c h.
(Gent preens himself, proud and victorious)
Ah my hart is pleasyd and my payne easyd. Pass on ye pyg.
(Dude turns up the volume and re-enters the portal muttering)
That dude is one friggin mystery meat.
(Gent turns back to the lady)
Swych gents e’er shallbe sykley, bleding dyseases
(Lady smiles and places Gents hand on her bosom)