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

Northerne thou ought go to lakelande for thyne supplies

Vintage yor councille is well hearde. Forsoothe, myne pleasurre is compleete with pluckingue chorde alofte and cunningue toungue sayme tyme. Perchance thatte lsty bedde of bumme sexxe , and thrice tymes merrimente is mette.

Lande of the lakes is far fromme myne peasante dwellingue alas.

Shitte, tis nearlee yon apprentice tyme.
fare the well. We'll meete atymes not longue paste.

fare thee well

Nay I daunceth not about ye pole at ye Fayre. Ye pole dauncing, verily tis for ye wanton wenches is it not?

This fayre laydie hath no chance wyth yon Apprentice, the magic fairy box giveth forth young men in nowt but undergarments, kicking a pigs bladder. My lord and master obviously dislikes such pursuits as he refers to yon Knight Gerrard as "a Twat" and maketh me fetch him more mead from the cold place.

I have the gratest concern that suralan is not a trueborn knight. Nor do I know of this guild he speaketh of -the guild of reale lyfe...

Yea, Suralan is a varlet.

Fayre Northerne ladye in my dwelling we baste our fine meates in an boxe of leade. It sinnes by burning oile speedily. I weepe aye, to the pardoner I must make haste to goe.