TheRoyalScam's profile

January 31st, 2007
July 10th, 2010
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recent comments

May 16th, 2010
On on the site ?RIP Ronnie
05/16/2010 - the day the music died
November 13th, 2009
On on the site ?Data is BIONIC
Yes, the music came out in the 80s.
October 29th, 2009
On on the site ?Tanooki Opera!
POM POKO
October 29th, 2009
the Ewok movies for the win! 5'd furiously. also, I lol'd
September 11th, 2009
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York And all the clouds that lower’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths Our bruised arms hung up for monuments Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings Our dreadful marches to delightful measures Grim-visag’d war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute But I, that am not shap’d for sportive tricks Nor made to court an amourous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty To strut before a wanton, ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion Cheated of feature by dissembling nature Deform’d, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them Why, love forswore me