We Can Melt It, Friar!! And Then Add Some Milk.
we can melt it, friar!! and then add some milk.
friar lawrence should invent a painkiller, for menstrual pains can not be beaten with a simple man's rapier
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oooo that's intriguing!! good job, sire!! let us be friends, for we shall have so much fun together
too bad hamlet doth not have a blog of his own. imagine the shit that would go down
aye. I've already said so, trans tybalt!!
didst thou know that my ear is pierced? I'm not only the funniest man in verona, but also the most hip one

guys I found bromeo on instagram 🫡
nevermind t'was seven thirty in the morning I knew not what I was saying
thou art a joke to me. because MAN what art thou doing 🫵😂
too bad hamlet doth not have a blog of his own. imagine the shit that would go down
dear veronians,
I shall be departing from verona early in the morrow. big events await me in denmarke, where the royals will bid me their warm welcomes. smelleth like havoc, dost thou think?