But a sampling: Let me not to the marriage of false impressions deny impediments. I am not Master Lebowski; thou art Master Lebowski. I am the Knave, called the Knave. Or His Knaveness, or mayhap Knaver, or mayhap El Knaverino, in the manner of the Spaniard, if brevity be not in thy soul nor wit. A Knave by any other name would abide just as well.
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Not bad, but I'd have used Jame Gumb in the Demi Moore spot.
what I really want is a direct path from the Priceline Negotiator to Demi Moore.
for shits and giggles:
Today in delusional proggelism
I haven't flown in a while.
When did it become so...hot?
In case thou missed it, The Bard Lebowski:
http://www.runleiarun.com/lebowski/
But a sampling:
Let me not to the marriage of false impressions deny impediments. I am not Master Lebowski; thou art Master Lebowski. I am the Knave, called the Knave. Or His Knaveness, or mayhap Knaver, or mayhap El Knaverino, in the manner of the Spaniard, if brevity be not in thy soul nor wit. A Knave by any other name would abide just as well.
I'm just now eating a very demotic version of your coq au vin. MMMmmmmm.
I dont like mushrooms, forgot to buy the bacon, and I drank all the wine last night. Yet it is pretty awesome. I'm not too discerning anyway.
Coffee, tea, or me...
My dirty undies. My fucking whites-
Didst thou attend the Knave’s tragic history, Sir Donald?
"Leads... Let me check with the results at the crime lab, we've got two detectives on the case working around the clock"
Hold thy tongue, Sir Donald.
Listen Betty, don't start up with your white zone shit again. Also, need to be bigger.
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