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

different- what is this "laydies tyme" forsoothe?

It may also be knowne as thy 'moone tyme' refugee from the northe.

Trillian, to spilleth such bigge seeds and grindeth so much corne, myne fair lorde doth own a huge mille.

This "moone tyme" of which thou speaketh, canst those who "wear the jerkin" not partayke?
Myne lordes jerkin is oftimes verily worn.

Oh woe is mee, is this threadde deadde alreddee?
Are your wimples dabbling in yon gruel for the mewling babes to suppe?

Muche merrie mirthe has this threade maide. Am off on pilgrimage tomorrow so muste packe the mete and bred for our victuals as the venerable knights of Leoglande full line theyre pockets with golde alreede.

Yon Lande of Leggo, ahh, methinks yor pouch of wealthe will be torn rite assunder in suche a dwelling of merrimente.

Ah my fair lady Trillian, I entreateth thee to pull my finger and smelst myne owne farte - tis awful bothersome to pull myne own finger

Where ist our own fair maiden OnebateMothere she ist most fine at this pastime

Pouch of wealthe?

Prithee, am I being unreasonable to perchance mind of the fabled Pouch of Douglas long since told of in tales of yore?

forsothe verily although purchase of the passe hath holpen and am a tighte clampe pursed wenche. 'Nay swote sonnes thou shalt not have the hotte dogges becyse mummie is a tightee wadd' will ringe throught the parke.

Somme seyde, wommen loven best richesse,
Somme seyde honour, somme seyde jolynesse,
Somme riche array, somme seyden lust abedde,

Pulle, myne sides are rended soare with such mirthe... tis notte the sayme as yor Pouche of Douglas, as I had in mynde not such a "dead ende " forme of pouche....but one which leade to muche funne

Quattro, whatte formme of lustebedde doust thou speake?

Truste somme maides of the nette to sende all and sunder to Pednates Corner.

Oh foule hedgewitch- thou shalt bee cast outee fromme this revellree in shame, and upon a ducking stoolee be placed

Wommen speken greet honour and all wer fulfild of all formmes of luste bedde- e'en thynges called bumme sexe. Swich pursutes!

Goodee Housekeeping - how to sew myne cuckholdes britches in such a manner that his his cod piece be not visible

Quuattro- gette thee with hastee to a nunnery ... to enjoye such ribald and lewd lustebedde as bumme sexe

and lace your knorkes into a chaste and seemlee style of corsettes

But somme laydees art lockede uppe in a tall tower by theyre lorde while he is away on crusade? Howe can they indulge in the luste bedde unless they swipe the keye to the chastitee belte before he lefte.

The wolves howle for their sweetmeats. Muste attende.

Forsoothe Flying? ist not yor lorde a cuckhold?
Are not there several lustee knaves who on their "lutes" do "strum"?

I am verily pissinge mine owen selfe in mirthen

Tis mirthful indeed

ha hah morte - didst thou scry myne head hath fallen off with glee

Nay northern, my lorde is a goodly gentle knighte fulle of myche chivalerie.

I am too knackerede for extra 'lute' strumming from anothere lustee knave. Woulde like to finde the 'pouche of wealth' though

good eve northern...i trust i find thee well.

pray tell, have our paths crossed much, i fear i don't recall thou?