November 4, 2013 by Musical
Ho yon sweet!
Of recent hours, and correspondence methinks thither must be a speck of unkemptness betwixt the walls of this fortunate household. Anon dear friends, t’is seeming that portions of our mighty band hath tongues giving birth to unpleasant assumptions. Assumptions of those suggesting that me meself could be of those titled, American. I am completely awestruck at thy completely ridiculous thought-wish-to-be. Any with a sharp mind and eye could view, I am of those descending from thy olden Shakespeare.
Methinks thee wisheth how me could begin speaking of normal voice, and accent. I must harken thee, if I should think to try holding thy voice up, ‘t could become most disastrous. So much so that the sky must turn a unfortunate auburn, much like thy face of thee. Unexpectedly, thy could hath the snapping and gnashing of teeth, along with thy screams of anguish.
Keep being crazy, but also live dangerously, and eat your veggies.