In bedde, when thee Goldynne Shouers swoote..."
She never disappoints.
Swyve me, big boy! Kiss my quaint!
It's sexier than Old English! Oh yes it is!
'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
In bedde, when thee Goldynne Shouers swoote..."
She never disappoints.
Swyve me, big boy! Kiss my quaint!
It's sexier than Old English! Oh yes it is!
Fay sounds like a Big Gay Medieval Pyrate.
ARGHHH!
Ah, but is it an accented peculiarity? Or a corkscrew one?
Be prepared for regional differences (Brace yerself, Ethel!).
Fay sounds like a Big Gay Medieval Pyrate.
You have totally blown her cover.
I think that's even her officially listed Career Aspiration.
::goes to check Fay's Rather Enormous File::
Gird yerself, Gerda?
Gird yerself, Gerda?
Loins are for the girding. Naming one's loins "Gerda' may create unrealistic expectations.
Now I really want to name my loins.
How have I lived without unnomened naughty bits?
You'd think you'd have been on a first-name basis after all these years. Is it all "How do you do, Ms. Queynt? Isn't the weather lovely?"
In bedde, when thee Goldynne Shouers swoote...
Marry me, Erin.
Now I really want to name my loins.
Er -- when it comes to "loins," how many *are* there, exactly? Is it like the Brady Bunch? Or the Olsen Twins?