Quote Originally Posted by 4252
Here's what really happened;

The priest who was carrying your message was accidently trapped in a plague house, and failed to deliver it. The apothocary got my order screwed up, I found that when I got to the crypt I had someones viagara instead of the Flintstones Snuff-it-All I had ordered. I hope whoever got my prescription reads the label. Anyway, I tried the viagara for the task at hand, and had swallowed 20 or 30 before they had to rush me to the hospital with an upset stomach and a somewhat more embarassing condition that reciting even the dullest math tables wouldn't cure. As they were wheeling me out to go get my stomach pumped and that grin wiped off my face, I may have dropped my knife. When you wake up DON'T TOUCH IT! We'll be back later with pizza. Your parents say it's OK for us to go out now, as all the other eligable people in town have been killed in the various swordfights. They fell for that "rose by any other name...." story we made up.

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O...my dear sweat 42 youā??re too much for one woman but not quite enough for two. I knew there had to be a reasonable explanation for your absence. Iā??m both sorry and delighted with your current medical condition. However, be of good cheer I do believe there is a cure but it may require a bit of dedication. The knife I foundā?¦ I though it was left by an assassin with a change of heart and a fondness for strawberry blonde hair. Donā??t worry about her she is in good hands and sleeps in my underwear drawer with the rest of my pricks.

And I like pepperoni ā?¦..