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Originally Posted by GoChiefs
Last night at medieval times I sat next to a man who was "celebrating his divorce." It was a little creepy. We had very pleasant conversations. I think he might have been hitting on me. I bet we looked like a couple of queers to the castle wenches who brought our dragon's foot soup, sandwiched between too normal american families.
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Did you get lucky with a serving wench? How ****ing kewl would that be, m'lord?