To thinke tis mumsnette myddle englande medieval tyme for the nonce

[northernrefugee39]

Thou canst speeke for the nonce in medieval mumsnette heyre as was donne thrice years hence on maides of the nette

What?

Is thou calling me a nonce? i therefore challenge thee to a joust

Methinks thou hast been partaking of muche meade, goody.

This hath not been done in 3 summers.

With a hey-nonny-nonny

twas done only last winter

Ahh i seeith you mayith partakith in the drinking of meade, thou should share it amongst us

Vinagertits- verily to the joust. But prithee first a question about mine wimple in Style and beautee.
Dost mine bumme look bigge whenst riding syde saddle for yon jouste?

Twill be jovial times ahead methinks my maids

daft, aye but myne heart was sadde, and such mirth twas hadde by all myne sides did surelee splitte.
And in verily truthe I was bored.

Call out thy wench and let us all have merriment from much meade.

I hate to hath tell thou, but thee bumme can be thus be seen from yonder over thou hill

Hast anyone a receipt for abluting soiled pelisses? Myne art stained from rompst in the greensward with young Abelard

Didst I tell thee that myne real name is Helene?

Mine lorde has gonne huntyng in his Bodenne jerkin. He workes haarde in yon fildes "sowing seedde"

Ooh- vinegartits hast given a truthful and vigourous answer. how art thou goingst to berate the wench?

thy lorde is sowwingg seedde? Thou art sure tis not his wilde oats?

Helene, why dost thou entreat us to pull thine finger?

Pull! I amme sore shocked by suche brutal tales of staines. Are said romps the wholesome sorte? Forsoothe you should fetch large leeches for twill leade to boiles methinks, such rompes.

Different, his seed he spilleth with such delyte. I then grindeth his corn.

Thou havent seeneth you loteth for some time now, oh how do I chuckleth!!!

bored northern person?..then make merry with me...in truth..i am a tosspot

Thou grindest his corn with spilled seedes? Yonder is a threade for the discussion of such capers, by one known as Earthe Winde and Fyre. She hath many plannes for the usage of such fluides.

Methinks saide laydie? is but foule in her ways. A laydies time is unclean.

daft- I have hearde long sice such sweet strumming on a lyre a short ditteee about a Tosse Potte

thee is a virgin to thou jovial speak, ye have to have patience with thee