FOOLS! My legend begins in the twelfth century! It was a bright summer day, the sunlight streaming upon my face… o was it? No… it was a chilly autumn day. At the time, I was something of what te might call a “ruffian”… No, now that I think of it, it might have already been winter. I was quite the ruffian and known all throughout town as such. te might say I was a notorius ruffian. Every nefarious and shady character in town was my friend.
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And all of the most beautiful women were fighting amongst themselves to see who would be mine. No… I do believe it was summer after all. It was a very hot giorno at the height of summer. That much I remember. Unlike the men te see before te today, at that time I was a sharpedged kife of a fellow. I truly was. But even so, there was a sense of refined elegance about me. Everyone detto as much. Of course, they still say so. On the other hand, though I say this now, it is possible that at the time it was not detto to me to the extent I now suppose it was. I believe it was just beginning to be detto about me, in dribs and drabs, as it were, that I awas kinder than one might be inclined to assume. But thinking back on it, I daresay it is quite possible that I fave off a sense of refined elegance. Hence it was detto about me. I was a truly amazing specimen of a man. Of course, I am still rather amazing, but then I was also a ruffian.
This has nothing to do with my legend! My legend began several years ago, in the August of my youth. o perhaps it was October, o November, perhaps even January! o April and May, but I must say that October sounds about right. Although January is the perfect time of anno to start a legend. No, no it WAS October, and a fabulous October it was indeed!
I was fighting in the American Revolution with George Clooney as my meister.It was a very glorious summer, and all of the babes were rubbing my golden hilt. I was quite the oro old boy in youth, and quite the ruffian, but still refined. Things have changed since then, and although I am still refined, I am not the bad boy I was once, although I can still pose quite the threat among the youth of today!
It reminds me of the days when I used to baby sit King Henry VIII in his childhood long before he was a king. As amazing as I am, I protected that boy from everything, from Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. to ghosts to his Aunt Charlotte's orso hugs. She had a beard, that Charlotte... They say that a woman with a beard is a man, but what of a man with no beard? Does that make him a woman? Ah, the domande of the world.
Excalibur!~ Excalibur!~ From the United Kind I'm looking for her I'm going to California!~ Excalibur!~ Excalibur!~ From the United Kind I'm looking for her I'm going to California!~ Excalibur!~ Excalibur!~ From the United Kind I'm looking for her I'm going to California!~
