Reposted by Wes
I wolde smyte my lord out on thre piches. Slider withoute. He feleth as he were drenchid. Curveball in the erthe, of cours he chaseth it. Ladybird y-souk, sle thy-self. And bang 97 withinne corner. Thou art out. Thou were alweyes out. Thou hast be out sith the day that thou were born.
