If thou seeketh to clapper boredom, then be it, well bethought, a quest upon the Festival of Renaissance! Agood turkey legs done to a turn and fine brewen mead, plausive to thine tongue. Cittern, harp, and lute waft broken music and accite the adventurous spirit. Let thine blood lust out and agaze the joust! If naught else, the jesters' acture cause ye loffe.
I didn't know they had fajitas back then!
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Sir Jacob doesth get the mad wenches for sure.
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