Thou don't understand, thou can use multiples of the slurp elixir on a single simian
There's also a treasure-trove of Roman graffiti from Pompeii. Shitposting beyond time.
O walls, you have held up so much tedious graffiti that I am amazed you have not already collapsed in ruin
Amazing
Bar/Brothel of Innulus and Papilio: Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men's behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!
You drove me to be gay.
Street wall: Theophilus, don't perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog (reasonable advice methinks)
You go Theophilus.
From browsing through a database of runic inscriptions you get timeless stuff like:
Ingibjǫrg loved me when I was in Stavanger.
Smiðr fucked Vígdís §B of the Snelde-legs (ie, the Snelde-legs folk)
Back then some guys had high thoughts about themselves:
”§A You will fuck Rannveig the red. §B It will be bigger than a mans prick and smaller than a horses prick.”
Proto-gamers would use the "Ur gay" retort:
”§A How did that statement which you carved in the Church of the Cross sound? Well(?) it is then(?) §B Óli('s rear) is unwiped and (he is) fucked in the anus … that sounded good.”
Female anatomy seems to have occupied a large part of the minds of Norse writers:
”§A … §B Prick kiss the c*nt, kiss!”
”§A Jón Silky-c*nt owns me, and Guðþormr C*nt-licker §B carved me, and Jón Ball-c*nt interprets me.”
”§A Monstrous is the c*nt, may the penis serve. §B C*nt-perverse/nymphomania …”
He lost all his ducats in the South Sea Bubble and you're jesting?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
