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This is the story about a young knight, riding his horse through a village one day. A woman stops him. Oh brave sir knight young blue eyes so bright this maiden throws herself at your feet I have a farm, chickens, cows, plenty to eat when you take me in marriage, it is all yours, my dear let us roll in the hay, I'll let you drink my root beer summer, fall, winter, spring I'll be your queen, you'll be my king sir knight, darling, dear, listen to this plea marry me, marry me, marry me! Maiden? You're older and uglier than my mother who, when I was 12, I had the decency to smother stay away, you filthy ***** oh god, the stench, the stench! you look and smell worse than moldy old cheese verily, you must have at least fifteen types of disease No, I will not put my sword in your sheath I'd sooner punch out my own pretty yellow teeth you stupid old cow, you mangy goat out of my sight, lest I cut your throat!
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 5:50 AM UTC
Going medieval
This is the story about a young knight, riding his horse through a village one day. A woman stops him. Oh brave sir knight young blue eyes so bright this maiden throws herself at your feet I have a farm, chickens, cows, plenty to eat when you take me in marriage, it is all yours, my dear let us roll in the hay, I'll let you drink my root beer summer, fall, winter, spring I'll be your queen, you'll be my king sir knight, darling, dear, listen to this plea marry me, marry me, marry me! Maiden? You're older and uglier than my mother who, when I was 12, I had the decency to smother stay away, you filthy ***** oh god, the stench, the stench! you look and smell worse than moldy old cheese verily, you must have at least fifteen types of disease No, I will not put my sword in your sheath I'd sooner punch out my own pretty yellow teeth you stupid old cow, you mangy goat out of my sight, lest I cut your throat!
First part took me a very long time to finish. Second part went automatically. Apart from one or two lines, I'm pleased with the end result.
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Belgian
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 5:50 AM UTC
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