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Proper English Gentleman wrote:Good fellow, I daresay I've had the pleasure of beholding a multitude of countenances, and, by Jove, I've managed to thoroughly entertain each and every one of them with my remarkable musical prowess. In short, I've seen a million faces, and, by George, I've rocked them all!

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Ah, dear chap, it appears that precipitation is imminent, and, by Jove, it's descending upon my cranium with all the subtlety of a nostalgic recollection. In short, reminding me of times past, and, no doubt, stirring up a spot of melancholy.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Good fellow, it appears that the warden, in a moment of uncharacteristic bonhomie, decided to host a social gathering within the confines of the local correctional facility. And, by George, the prison band was in attendance, and they commenced to play with a level of enthusiasm and vigor that could only be described as a most excellent and rousing cacophony, a veritable wailing, if you will!

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Upon arising from slumber, my dear, I am filled with the utmost certainty that I shall be the fortunate gentleman who has the unparalleled pleasure of finding himself beside the lovely lady that is yourself.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Dear fellow, I daresay it must have been a decidedly chilly existence, dwelling in the shadow of my presence, as it were. To never have had the warmth and radiance of the sun's gentle rays upon one's countenance... well, it's a thought that fills me with a certain degree of regret and remorse, I must confess.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:"Good heavens, my dear chap! If you were afforded a single chance, a solitary opportunity, to grasp everything you've ever desired in one fleeting instant, would you, indeed, seize the day, as it were, and take hold of it with all due haste? Or, I dare ask, would you permit it to slip through your fingers like sand in the hourglass, lost forever to the whims of fate? The choice, I daresay, is yours alone to make."

Allow me to articulate those verses in a manner befitting a proper English gentleman:

"In the depths of my despair, as a shattered servant, I humbly kneel. (May I beseech thee to acquiesce?) It appears that remnants of my humanity are gradually transforming within me. (May I beseech thee to acquiesce?)"

Kyle wrote: ↑Sun May 12, 2024 5:07 pm Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't.

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia?

Might you perceive the sensation? Oh dear, alas! Submerged within the depths of my profound disdain, as a fractured servant, I humbly prostrate myself. (Would you succumb to my bidding?) It appears the remnants of my humanity are gradually transforming within me. (Would you succumb to my bidding?)

Observing my own visage, when abruptly it undergoes a tumultuous transformation (oh dear). There exists no recourse at this juncture. You have stirred the infernal spirit within me. Rise, I implore you, descend into the grip of ailment.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:A chanteuse, if you will, plying her trade in a most...unrefined environment, I dare say. A singer, surrounded by the pungent aroma of tobacco and the heady scent of vin ordinaire, no doubt mingling with the cloying fragrance of perfume of a somewhat dubious provenance. A setting, I must confess, that is at once both redolent of decadence and redoubtable in its sheer audacity.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Good gracious, those individuals, I daresay, possess physical attributes that are, shall we say, somewhat diminutive in nature. They have tiny hands, tiny peepers, and a propensity for propagating falsehoods of a most egregious sort. Furthermore, their nasal appendages are quite small, as are their dental fixtures. And, if I may say so, their sartorial choices, particularly with regards to their footwear, leave much to be desired. Platform shoes, indeed, on their, ahem, less-than-dainty feet!

In the comfort of his abode, he indulges in sketching scenes of towering peaks, where he envisions himself atop, basking in the glow of a lemon-yellow sun, arms outstretched in a triumphant V. Below, lifeless forms rest in crimson pools.

Presently, in the thoroughfare, one observes discord, and a considerable amount of labor to be undertaken. Alas, there lacks a suitable venue for our laundering pursuits, and I cannot attribute all inconvenience solely to the sun's rays.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:What I possess, you ought to bestow upon your mother. What I have, you must present to your father. What I possess, you ought to give to your daughter. Then, one performs a brief terpsichorean display, followed by a spot of hydration, if you will.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:Ah, I daresay it would be a dashed delight to make physical contact with your person. I must say, not everyone is blessed with a physique as impressive as yours, if I may be so bold. (Note: I've rephrased it to sound more like a Proper English Gentleman, while also keeping it respectful and polite)

On the auspicious occasion of your birth, celestial beings convened to fashion a vision of perfection. With delicate care, they adorned your locks of gold with lunar powder and bestowed upon your azure orbs the radiance of twinkling stars.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:"I must confess, I never intended to bring you any distress or anguish. My sole desire, on one occasion, was to behold you experiencing joy and merriment, surrounded by the majestic beauty of a purple-hued precipitation, if you will." (Note: I've rephrased it to sound more like a proper English gentleman, while maintaining the poetic and romantic tone of the original sentence)

Proper English Gentleman wrote:You arise from slumber at a rather...unseemly hour, old bean, and appear somewhat reluctant to attend your educational institution. You entreat your maternal parent, 'Please, dear Mother, might I be excused?' Alas, she remains resolute in her refusal, responding with a firm, 'No, my dear boy!' Consequently, you have missed two academic sessions and failed to complete your assigned homework. Furthermore, your pedagogue addresses you in a manner that suggests you are a bit of a scoundrel, I daresay.

Kyle wrote: ↑Wed May 15, 2024 6:44 am I think we cross-posted.

Ah, indeed, I might have pursued the path of an actor, yet fate has led me to this juncture. My obligation lies solely in maintaining a presentable appearance; clarity of expression is of secondary concern. Pray, draw near and impart your secrets in hushed tones. Provide us with the scandalous tales of society.

Proper English Gentleman wrote:The venerable artworks adorning the sepulcher, I dare say, execute a most intriguing sand-inspired choreography, if you will. Indeed, should they hasten their movements excessively (oh dear me!), they risk tumbling to the ground in a manner reminiscent of a row of dominoes, if you catch my drift.

Affection resembles an explosive, my dear; do indulge in its allure, living akin to an ardent admirer equipped with communication apparatus. Appearing somewhat disheveled, akin to a cinematic seductress or a formidable force of destruction, might I humbly inquire: may I earn the honor of being your companion?

Similar to the legendary Louis Armstrong, who masterfully played the trumpet, I shall indulge in a moment of leisure with a bong, offering you a taste of something exquisite. It is imperative that I secure my reputation and belongings swiftly, for law enforcement officers may endeavor to seize what is rightfully mine. These individuals, intent on demolishing my abode, shall find me elusive as I navigate clandestinely to the next settlement. Their ire intensifies upon discovering my absence during their raids, as I navigate the streets in my ninety-two Cadillac. Indeed, I am the daring captain of this vessel, prepared to embark on an ultraviolet dream, evading detection by the crimson glow of authority. Do you, perchance, believe in that which eludes the naked eye? Gaze upon, yet refrain from straining, for a man such as myself teeters on the precipice of insanity.