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"Throwback to my greatest ever twitter thread:"
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"1) me: I’m gonna go medieval on your ass you: oh no me: *washes you more frequently and thoroughly than a 21st century audience might expect* 2) me: I’m gonna drag this society back to the dark ages you: oh no me: *makes society surprisingly sophisticated and complex but simply forgets to write much of it down*"
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"3) me: ugh that’s enough, I’m gonna turn this whole situation into a Greek tragedy you: oh n- chorus: O DREAD TO SEE AND DREAD TO HEAR 4) me: I’m gonna go Old Testament on your ass you: oh no your donkey: omg I can talk now!!! ok listen up asshole, I demand better working conditions"
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"5) me: ugh what a fucking saga you: what happened? me: there was a man called Ingiald, who lived at Thverá, on the Eyjafirth; he was one of the original priests and a great chief, and he was already in years when this story begins. Ingiald was married and had 2 sons, Steinolf and- 6) me: hey let me introduce you to my friend, he’s a total legend you: h- king arthur: pwy yw "syr lancelot"?? ydy e'n ffrangeg neu'n rhywbeth??? (That’s Welsh for “who is Sir Lancelot? Is he French or something?)"
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"7) you: how did your date with that italian banker go? me: oh he treated me like a queen you: that’s ni- me: yeah he sent assassins after me and tried to marry off my cousin to the duke of norfolk"
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