where for art thou fellatio?




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[This message was edited Tue Apr 1 5:52:52 PST 2003 by MrBliss]

my naked weapon is out; quarrel, i will back thee

what is it else? a madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet

Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him Fellatio, a fellow of infinite jest.

so fellatio would, were he not fellatio call'd, retain the dear perfection that he owes, without the title:-fellatio, doff thy name: and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself

would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down...

o then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

I pray his absence
Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes
It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Where is she gone?

alas, poor fellatio, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft

Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.

Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works,
And call them shames?

thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat;and yet thy head hath been beaten

Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries.

my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench`d our steeples, drown`d the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o` the world!
Crack nature`s moulds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

what would willy shakespeare say . . .

XxAxX said:

haha he would say

FUCKIN' A !!!

hehe

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height!

the measure done, i'll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make happy my rude hand

bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; else would i tear the cave where echo lies, and make the airy tongue more hoarse than mine with repetition of my fellatio's name

let not the virgin's cheek
Make soft thy trenchant sword.

down with the nose,
Down with it flat.

O, a root,--dear thanks!--

Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.

Titania's Awakening - Henry Fuseli
(from A Midsummer Night's Dream)

Richard Dadd. The Closet Scene from "Hamlet."