[yor_on]

He refuses to answer to thy displeasure Sire..
He hides !!

Heh.

(N000 Geezer, I'm only j0king, please leave those p0osts alone)

( (It's someone else writing this, I assure you..) Innocent until proven guilty Sir. Innocent I say.)

[Geezer]

Alas, poor Yoron!

[JimBob]

Yorick- his name was Yorick, Geez!!!!! (Dang wanna-be-Englishmen. Cant even get rudimentary Shakespeare)


The Royal life improves, and at times not slowly. Just being active for the 4 hours or so a day since We have been in the physical rehabilitation facility has wrought a very tangible improvement in strength, mental well being, (We have exceeded our previous intelligence levels) social interactivity - nice young nurses - and an assortment of new and wonderful diversion, including a new set of pains that here to for have not been experienced by our corporeal, earthly, body. Our Spiritual Body is, We being a member of the ruling royalty, part of the Divine. It is why I have the Divine right to rule.

There is just one complication - Our blood sugar is at times too high. We have never had any diabetic problems before but as the pancreas is where insulin is produced and it has been sorely abused, this just may, and hopefully is, temporary. We still have much healing to do.

Anon, Ya'll

The Royal Moderator, H.R.H. JimmusRobertus, Defender of Science, Protector of the Morals and King Of Texas

[yor_on]

The pure shyness of your royal personage Sir.
Like the incipient sun Sire, overshadowing in pure glory.

Yes Geezer, as you can see above it was Yorick writing that..
Or, will you put in doubt the good word of our Majesty?

Dastardly fellow that, using Ad hominem attacks upon our good name and reputation.
Eh, not you JB, Yorick ..

Hunt him down..

[Don_1]

Alas, poor Yoron!

Do I detect some skulduggery here?

[Don_1]

May I be permitted to offer most humble greetings and felicitations unto you Sire from the Motherland.

It is with great pleasure that we learn of your improvement and wish that it should continue apace.

[JimBob]

May I be permitted to offer most humble greetings and felicitations unto you Sire from the Motherland.

It is with great pleasure that we learn of your improvement and wish that it should continue apace.

A pretty speech, my good Duke. And well received. Please, accept our hospitality and take your pick from the Royal concubines, for we have learned from the Cordoban physicians the way of the Arabs in meeting needs of the body and have decided to adopt the practice of keeping a harem.

[Variola]

I will be glad when you are finally better and stop moaning and talking such utter twaddle......  []






(kissy kissy xxxx)

[JimBob]

I will be glad when you are finally better and stop moaning and talking such utter twaddle......  []


(kissy kissy xxxx)

twaddle?

My, My, My.

Meow!

(XO)

[yor_on]

No twaddle indeed Sire.
May I say that I'm pleased to hear that your imperial personage are recovering from the stings and arrows abundant mortality heaps upon us all. It seems you have upset a member of your, ah, I meant, sorry Sir, I seem to have mislaid my thoughts? A moment while I search for my mind..

(Never, ever get a person of the fairer ahem mad at you. And if you do, blame it on Yorick)

[JimBob]

No twaddle indeed Sire.
May I say that I'm pleased to hear that your imperial personage are recovering from the stings and arrows abundant mortality heaps upon us all. It seems you have upset a member of your, ah, I meant, sorry Sir, I seem to have mislaid my thoughts? A moment while I search for my mind..

(Never, ever get a person of the fairer ahem mad at you. And if you do, blame it on Yorick)

My Dear Earl of Gotland,

We thank you for your sage Council. It reminds Us only of that which we have intuitively known since being at our mothers breast - never bite the nipple that feeds you. The other sex in unfathomable; and perhaps a slight bit more shrewish.


How about blaming Banquoe's ghost? No need to stick with only one play.

[Don_1]

Oh! Woe, woe and thrice woe!

Come hither good folk of TNS and pay heed to my tale, for I suffer greatly.

Our most benevolent Lord and Master bade me:

Please, accept our hospitality and take your pick from the Royal concubines,

And I did partake of his most kind gesture. But alas, I paid not good attention to his most generous offer and took, for my pleasure a Porcupine.

Woe, woe and thrice woe!

The physician has said there will be no lasting damage unto my person and placed upon me a poultice of eye of toad, wing of bat, Lark's vomit and the droppings of a goat fed on hardboiled egg and sprout vindaloo for three weeks.

I speak to ye all now from the place unto which I have been banished until my fragrance is a little more acceptable.

Oh! Woe, woe and thrice woe!

[Geezer]

The physician has said there will be no lasting damage unto my person and placed upon me a poultice of eye of toad, wing of bat, Lark's vomit and the droppings of a goat fed on hardboiled egg and sprout vindaloo for three weeks.

Gadzooks Sir. Knoweth not that thy physician is a popinjay, nay even the bahoochie of an old mare? The potion is lacking of the most vital ingredient - pish of newt.

[Don_1]

Oh! Woe ,woe and thrice woe, for my physician is but a quack and a charlatan, for he hath omitted an ingredient most vital from my poultice. But I cannot go thither unto him to correct this most dastardly error, for my aroma is too powerful by far. The guards shall not allow me to pass into the kingdom of TNS.

I shall search the swamps of this place to locate a Newt and ask of it the pleasure of his ................................... AGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hath fallen in the bog!

[Geezer]

Most calamitous Sir! We pray that thy wifey flusheth not the privy.

[yor_on]

Sire, as your physician I must say that I'm saddened to read such bladderdash.

Let it be know that I by the court of the Persian Empire, Mogul of the hordes, as well as the enlightened ruler of the not to distant 0Z received my apostolate in where he, or they as the correct pronunciation well should be, fell upon his very knees as he dubbed me Wizard of the spheres. Master of toads, as well as the 'Reason Why Worlds Turn'. And not away, if I may hasten to add? Nay Sire, towards naturally, towards Sire! if I might say so, and I might, I just might. The untotalled glimmering wholesome fullness of thought my mighty intellect presents all that bask in its glory a safe harbor.

Alas.

But you Sir, you will now find yourself sadly amiss of that glory, drifting in a sea of bewilderment, cast upon the waves, as the saying goes, of your privy. I will take me leave proudly knowing that your thoughts are as bladderwort to my mind.

[JimBob]

Our most sincere condolences, Duke Don

Me thinkith the Earl of Gotland has to the mead horn turned and emptied once too many times this night.

(Did ANYONE understand that last post??)

Duke Don, We sus fowl play. One of Our concubines was presented to me by a potentate of the East accompanied by a peacock. Having much an attraction for the tail feathers of the bird, the badger hounds, the pets of my small niece, tormented the beautiful bird's posterior until only sharp shafts of the birds tail feathers remained.

I am sure you were not so far into your cups that thou didst not deceive you yourself so grossly as choosing a porcupine - you chose the same said Eastern concubine and when you retired to her chambers, the witchy woman transposed herself with the fowl, thus causing the inter species mating and confusion. 

We shall have the Master of Dungeons pay a "visit" to said recalcitrant person.

Lastly, We are sending our page to you with a gallon of a new French fad, perfume. Just use a quarter cup a day over your body and you will be only as odoriferous as any other person in Paris. The page will also gift you with an additional boon - a passage to Paris where you may heal in comfort and luxury, then return to court when you give off a odoure less like the stableboy's cursed uncle who owns a polecat farm.

On last thing, my loyal Duke, Our confinement has lead to ennui. Although tragic in the extreme, much mirth has been derived by Us from your misfortune. NA! Think not we revel in anything thou may suffer; rather we are quite amused by the part of you that so naturally reflects the human condition.

[yor_on]

As a legitimated physician I must protest at the sharpest. Although it well known that the posterior shine at times, it do not reflect, unless polished. As for the rest of my post it was perfectly understandable.

To me, that is

[Don_1]

I can confirm, Master Physician, that I didst comprehend thine posting well, but, I must confess, only after the consumption of several flagons of the fabled "Mrs Winterbottom's triple strength Strong Ale", described by aficionado's of the alcoholic beverage as being not too dissimilar to a mixture of rocket fuel and sheep dip concentrate. Also an excellent medium for the clearing of blocked drains.

Having partly recovered from my stupor, I can understand none of it!

[JimBob]

Forsooth, dear Your_on. I do believe you are having Us on. Drivel, balderdash and the exude of a "worried" mind seems most apropos to describe the verbiage previously provide. Our remarks do not mean we are not pleased. Na, my good Earl, We are quite amused. It provides a lulling divertimento in words between the exigencies of the day.