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Golfer Makes Ace During True Thailand Classic and Wins a House

I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! He hasn’t got shit all over him. It’s only a model.

  • March 10, 2015
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I have to push the pram a lot. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. I’m not a witch.

I’m not a witch. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Burn her! Shut up! You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Well, I got better.

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. How do you know she is a witch? No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart.

We found them. We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Now, look here, my good man. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone!

Oh, ow! The nose? You don’t vote for kings. We want a shrubbery!! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!

We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. What a strange person. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! A newt? Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! Burn her! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Well, I didn’t vote for you. Now, look here, my good man.

Well, I got better. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Well, I didn’t vote for you. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. Burn her anyway!

How do you know she is a witch? Oh, ow! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.

Shut up! Will you shut up?! Oh, ow! I’m not a witch. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Shut up!

We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Camelot! Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. We want a shrubbery!! Now, look here, my good man. You don’t vote for kings.

And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Bloody Peasant! Why?

Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Well, I got better.

Why? Bloody Peasant! I am your king. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! Well, I got better. But you are dressed as one…

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