Low at his foot a ſpacious Plain is plac't, / Between the Mountain and the Stream embrac't: / Which ſhade and ſhelter from the Hill derives, / While the kind River Wealth and Beauty gives; …
The guvnor that served up my chicken was a right bantersaurus rex, and we were chatting shit like we were in marbs.
These knights, therefore, their aim being thus eluded, rushed from opposite sides betwixt the object of their attack and the Templar, almost running their horses against each other ere they could stop their career.
I particularly enjoyed watching Fanny Muffet serving behind the bar in a blouse cut so low you could almost see her nublets.
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