ro and guil... ro and guil... so much sexiness, i don't know if i can get my fill. with their leathery togs and their stoppard-y speech, i think i want them to make a backseat 'reach.'
to diagnose Hamlet, yes... they were sent for...
my body, undressed for them, it shall be bent for. one is fair haired, and one is brunette...
wait, can i even tell them apart yet?
with a heiss game of 'questions,' rhetoric is forbidden... i know of two 'staffs' that are begging to be ridden.
let nothing be hidden.
o sweet rosencrantz, o sexy guil...
take me, even against my will.
with rapier wit, they deconstruct the Bard.
i want to make them hard.
to be or not to be, that is the question.
i want to give both of them an erection.
o, guildenstern... o rosencrantz...
canst i not get in thy pants?
