Happy Shakespeare& #39;s birthday. I& #39;ll be celebrating by thrusting my crotch every few minutes to let you know the incomprehensible joke I just made was actually about knobs
Truly sirrah this thing is no lizard yet it winketh and releases golden dew!
(thrusts)
(thrusts)
This pretty pipe betwixt my thighs is like unto a pink eel that spits forth custard in its longing
*thrusts*
*thrusts*
I wouldst slip my PEELED SNAKE into dank caves of ecstacy where it may dribble freely
*thrusts*
*thrusts*
As a javelin tossed by grecians bold into a tower of dung, so shall be my birthday, if I behave myself