I'm pretty sure it went under the bed.
3. "Not aorist AGAIN!"
4. When you fight with your best friend over whether Deuteronomy is better than 2 Chronicles.
It all depends on whether it's an OKJV or Geneva translation, okay? No need to duel over it.
5. When you've had
nothing but mouldy cabbage to eat all year, and your friend catches a leprous
rat.
The tail is kinda
crunchy!
6. Your friend keeps
beating you in the headlice races, but you found a real winner hiding beneath your
favourite whore's merkin, and you've been training it up all month.
Game on, bro.
7. Grimalkin sleepeth in your periwig again.
Always sleepething where she's not supposed to.
So
tiresome.
8. That one time a Dutch
hipster slipped hops into your morning ale.
I prefer my alcoholic
malt beverage to contain bog myrtle and wormwood at this time of the morning,
thanks very much my good man.
9. An old college fellow
has invited you to another metaphysical reading, but you have a pastoral comedy
you'd rather attend.
Party like it's 1585!
10. You keep on
thinking you find the philosopher's stone in your pocket.
That Grimalkin hath a lot to answer for.
It's usually just a
dried-up furball.
11. Wednesday evening
mockery of the French.
They look like a
sheep's bottom and they smell funny!
12. When you need a
paperweight to read this latest pamphlet by the damnable Whigs, so you end up
using the chamberpot.
It's okay so long as
you're careful not to spill anything.
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