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I'm down here in the bushes, as foul Mercutio has sawn the legs off yonder ladder whilst I was atwixt! I fear I have suffered grievious injury as these tights have shifted and are chafing the nether region! Yikes, but this affliction has resulted in a major league wedgie! My kingdom for a decent pair of boxer shorts.
Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of dating on the bar scene, jousting with the other knights for the hand of some tavern wench, or to hie myself away to some monastary for a life of quiet solitude, THAT is the question! I come not to bury a social life, nay, but to revive one. Aye, and there's the rub....searching hither and yonder to espy a glimpse of fair Juliette to no avail. Perhaps she is trapped, like a damsel in distress in Cyberspace? Whoa is me, as I've not had the tools to search in those elusive climes until recently!
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