|1.||.....and then she, er, died|
used when somebody else has been telling a very elaborate or exaggerated story. said as though you are finishing the story, ecven though it has nothing to do with the content of their story. said with almost slight excitement and bewliderment.
friend one: i was at the bar last night when these 3 guys came over and started pushing me around, so one by one i took them down. thats when the police came and chased me down for 4 hours before i got away. that really ruined my date with those twins.
friends two and three: .....and then she, er, died
A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up.
The Tragedy of Macbethmore...
by William Shakespeare
SCENE I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves tha...
If a man is getting deepthroated and he does not let the headgiver know when he is about to cum and, thereby spontaneously combusts a load of semen into the back of her throat so that she gags and sometimes asphyxiates herself, he is said to have "given her the cough syrup" or "a taste of her own medicine"
John was an agog tennis player. After he lost a painful match to a handicapped black guy he went home to his normally fawning wife. She was upset that he hadn't won his match so she wasn't willing to chug his cum conduit. Suddenly he forced her head down and made sure it went all the way down her throat, then he gave her the cough syrup, she was taken in an ambulance to the ER, and she died the next day due to internal bleeding.
The Highwayman is a poem by Alfred Noyes; set to music by Loreena McKennitt.more...
The term "highwayman" is mainly applied to robbers who travelled on a horse, as opposed to those who robbed on foot (foot-pads)
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy ha...