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[theweaselking]

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[torrain.livejournal.com]

Go and catch a falling star,
  Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
  Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
      And find
      What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
  Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
  Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
      And swear,
      No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
  Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
  Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
      Yet she
      Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

I mean, really, love, if you're going to go with "Why can't I find beautiful faithful women no matter how hard I keep looking"[1], do it with *class*.
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[1] In other people's marriage beds, might I add.

[lurkerwithout.livejournal.com]

Well someone certainly had a bad break-up...

[gothpanda.livejournal.com]

HOLY CRAP! I need to start lying and sleeping around more if I'm going to hold up our reputation.

[paradoxicmotion.livejournal.com]

I've seen this before... I'm pretty sure it's from a SomethingAwful photoshop thread of a whole bunch of that sort of old WW2 propaganda.

[mhoye.livejournal.com]

here.

[atlasimpure.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

And?

[crimslet.livejournal.com]

Aside from the filthy and lying part it reminds me of the song by Dan Bern, Everybody's Baby. Which, to tell you a little about myself, I thought of as one of my theme songs for years.

Anyway, love the emphasis fonts on this. =)