The Language of the Anglo-Saxons ART THOU FLUENT?!!
TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! YOUR TROUSERS HAVE COMBUSTED!
Continue to play that fashionable piece, Caucasian male.
Roxanne it is not incumbent upon thee to illumine the rufescent beacon.
I used to be a strapping, wandering fellow like thouest, Then I tooketh a pointed stick to my patella
ENJOYING A LEISURELY CARRIAGE RIDE DOWN THE LANE, INHALING HEMP SMOKE AND IMBIBING A COCKTAIL OF LONDON GIN AND CIDER EXUDING A CAVALIER ATTITUDE WHILST MAINTAINING MY FINANCIAL PORTFOLIO IN THE FOREFRONT OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS
The imperatively dwarfed arachnid moved vertically along the device from which liquid dihydrogen monoxide pours.