Thee fayre haulf of ye Guyld of Peonage nombre XIII hath discouered a veryfyable dragonne's troave of golden bryght-nesse amydst a Donayshun of Constantinian generosytye! Behold & gayze uppon yts Elysian glorie!
That's mighty ominous. What gives?
Answer me, Stroby. Thought only rock stars & South American soccer players one-named themselves into the stratosphere of cool? Think again. Soap opera jokes? Ha ha, chicks.
Hey, know any good Star Trek jokes?
Dammit, answer me! Oh, Crown, too close to the sun your dreams hath flown.
Oh, that's what gives.
My blood runs cold.
Angel is the centerfold.
The Great White Weird.
Gives o' nine tails if ye don't pay yr passage.
Upper crust seating is plush.
Your futuriffic technology frightens me.
Skynet! I knew it!
Bloody 'ell --
-- knickers, shag, bollocks.
Apologies. The personals were simply too steamy to post.