Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split..."Oh, all right. All right. All right. We'll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits."
My Interests
Searching for the Holy Grail, Running Away, Cleaning Armour
I'd like to meet:
Fellow questers for the Holy Grail
Oh, oh, and Roger The Shrubber
Music:
Minstrals who don't talk smack
My Blog
Where Did The Black Knight Go?
He just dropped off my friends list this week. The one with Pink Floyd and The Beatles on his page. I remember him posting a bulletin or two about some of his friends having their profiles... Posted by Sir Robin Of Camelot on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 11:11:00 PST
