Enter:
playerprince, falstaff.
Stage:
Private message on the Kennel District forum
Sent from falstaff to playerprince
falstaff | Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:00 AM |
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![]() Pawn A TRUE COUNTERFEIT (DO NOT APPROACH) Joined: July 21, 2024 Location: Penn Posts: 5555 |
Now, Nick, what time of day is it, lad?
_________________ Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at? |
playerprince | Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:05 AM |
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![]() Pawn ![]() ![]() Joined: July 20, 2024 Location: yo mama's house ;) Posts: 595 |
So fat-witted I'm pacing around my room. Might even peek outside my window in the surly aftermath of summer and see you sleeping on a bench outside. If I told you the time of day it'd be a waste of my own. |
falstaff | Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:15 AM |
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![]() Pawn A TRUE COUNTERFEIT (DO NOT APPROACH) Joined: July 21, 2024 Location: Penn Posts: 5555 |
As a man of good government myself under the Kennel District, I'd expect when you start moderation after Finch leaves for that cushy job in Maine that you'd finally see that you and I are both squires of the night's body.. even against this pallid sun.
_________________ Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at? |
playerprince | Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:20 AM |
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![]() Pawn ![]() ![]() Joined: July 20, 2024 Location: yo mama's house ;) Posts: 595 |
I guess you say it well. My fortune seems to ebb and flow, as the passing of the moon. Really, I can prove it: think of resolutely stealing a vinyl record, only to play it and realise it’s too scratched to run. Lay by. Bring it in. |
falstaff | Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:20 AM |
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![]() Pawn A TRUE COUNTERFEIT (DO NOT APPROACH) Joined: July 21, 2024 Location: Penn Posts: 5555 |
By the Lord, you're right, lad..
_________________ Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at? |
playerprince does not respond within a timely manner, and falstaff exits.
Enter:
playerprince.
Stage:
Word document on the computer of Nick Tucker.
"Lay by. Bring it in." there's an unyoked idleness to this i'm wearing like a costume. foul and ugly. i don't know if my brother will see the reformation. glittering, like a punter, or a gas station off the highways of pittsburgh. nothing pleases me anymore but rare accidents.