QuoteTwo Bible Thumpers, both alike in dignity,
In fair North Carolina, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Axe break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d gels take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their vibrator bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their limbre love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could masturbate,
Is now the twenty hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with sexy vagina attend,
What here shall screw, our toil shall strive to mend.
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Two frosted butts, both alike in dignity,
In fair NSFCD, where we lay our scene,
From ancient admin break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d tacos take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their n_gger bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their faggotty love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could punch,
Is now the 79 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with extreme penis attend,
What here shall suck, our toil shall strive to mend.
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QuoteTwo Peanuts, both alike in dignity,
In fair Magic Brownies, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Key break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d Seventeen take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Angry bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their Foot love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could Why,
Is now the Koopa hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Canada Something about some lame book attend,
What here shall Rape, our toil shall strive to mend.
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"Two bags, both alike in dignity,
In fair Chicago, where we lay our scene,
From ancient tequila break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d bottles take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their cow bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their nasty love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could kick,
Is now the 69 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with ho' ass attend,
What here shall intercourse , our toil shall strive to mend."
Sounds like a... lovely story. >.>
Two Gays, both alike in dignity,
In fair Rainbow Land, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Rainbow break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d Fuckers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Anal Sex bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their Shitty love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could Banging,
Is now the 69 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Colorful Ass attend,
What here shall Licking, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two Actually It's four; Typo's rock!, both alike in dignity,
In fair Everybody's Bed, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Everyone break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d Orgies take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Blood bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their Screamed love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could Rape,
Is now the Murder hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Implied Penis attend,
What here shall Masterbate, our toil shall strive to mend.
Don't know which one I like better.
Two cars, both alike in dignity,
In fair Hell, where we lay our scene,
From ancient lemon break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d lemons take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their pizza bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their beautiful love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could kill,
Is now the 42 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with disgusting vocal folds attend,
What here shall strike, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two Fights, both alike in dignity,
In fair Longmont, where we lay our scene,
From ancient spy break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d spies take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their spy bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their spying love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could striped,
Is now the seven hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with dipping lower torso attend,
What here shall go, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two zombies, both alike in dignity,
In fair Ravenholm, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gravity gun break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d bath tubs take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their dog bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their fast love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could shoot,
Is now the 9 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with orange finger attend,
What here shall run, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two dildos, both alike in dignity,
In fair Atlantis, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Cheeseburger break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d forks take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their box bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their sloppy love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could rape,
Is now the 84,906 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with gooey vagina attend,
What here shall lick, our toil shall strive to mend.
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Two Trannies, both alike in dignity,
In fair Winsconsin, where we lay our scene,
From ancient asswipe break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d boys take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their he bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their facetious love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could caressed,
Is now the 999 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with ugly tits attend,
What here shall Run, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two Dogs, both alike in dignity,
In fair McDonald's, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Fart break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d Knickers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Facebook bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their Hairy love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could Text,
Is now the Seventy-Seven hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Horrendous Armpit attend,
What here shall Sleep, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross`d lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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