escargot
Disciple of Marduk
- Joined
- Aug 24, 2001
- Messages
- 43,400
- Location
- HM The Tower of London
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
Ophelia: No, my lord.
Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia: Aye, my lord.
Hamlet: Do you think I meant country matters?
Ophelia: I think nothing my lord.
Hamlet: That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs.
Ophelia: What is, my lord.
Hamlet: Nothing.
:shock:
Reminds me of when, as teenager at work, I'd be confronted by some bloke who insisted on pretending to believe that everything I said was about sex.