On a scale of one to ten, you’re a baker’s dozen.
1.On a scale of one to ten, youre a bakers dozen.
2.Are you an iron rod?
Casper Johansson
Because I could hammer you on my concrete slab.
3.They dont call me Lance-A-Lot for nothing.
4.Hast thou fallen from the sky, luminous angel?
For thine buttocks art out of this world!
5.Id like to stick my sword in your stone.
6.Is that the black plague in your pocket or are you just dying to see me?
7.Howd you like to come back to my castle to meet Little King Arthur and his Knights of thePoundTable?
8.My lord, I am skilled in the French arts.
10.The Kings horse couldnt stop me from mounting you.
12.May I take a gander beneath mladys frock?
13.I shall make it rain on thee maidens.
15.My lance never misses.
Didst thou do injurious disrepair pon thine wings when thou plummeted from yon Heavens?
17.I shall bury my phallus so deeply in thy hindquarters.
May hap who retrieves it be crowned King Arthur.
18.Is that a sword in its sheath or are you happy to see me?
19.Doth thou heave thine ample bosomed harlot?
20.Hey girl, you see how many teeth I got left?
21.Dear fellow, if thy codpiece tells it true, Id much enjoy a night spent knowing you.
22.Here be 10 groats.
Sendeth a messenger to yon father to telleth him thou wont be home this night.
23.Are thou est the plague, because thy maiden is causing swelling of my glands?
24.The King demands your presence, I know him and I can get you into the castle.
25.Dost thou haveth a little Anglo-Saxon within thyself?
Woudst thou liketh to?
26.Would thou like to join me in mine hovel for a cup of mead?
27.Thou hast swept me off my very feet, as the plague hath a commoner.
So contact me for copious discourse perhaps?
29.Hey girl that spear through your chest isnt the only shaft youll be getting.
30.I dont have lice.
