Talk Like Shakespeare Day

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Forsooth and hey nonny nonny Monkey Picklers01 MP Shakespeare

A valorous morning to thee, this day.
Didst thee knoweth that the present day doth herald the coming of Talk Like Shakespheare Day?
But April 23 1616 is not mine birthday! That is the day I hath passed hence! Whateth The Heck! Not mirth and laughter on mine day of merriment to me.
If ‘t be true I hadst only hung on 3 more days and 400 years I would beest eating cake on mine birthday.
Oh welleth! Who wanteth 400 year fusty stale cake or care that 1000 monkeys art intent upon stealing mine credit.
Forgive and forgeteth, monkeys. Let us party like it beest 1564.

A slice of frosted ectoplasm for all and alloweth us see how the worketh of these monkeys doth compare.

Quaff and quote hence fair primates ….

1. Some are born with bananas, some achieve bananas, and some have bananas thrust upon them.

2. What’s in a name? That which we call a banana by any other name would taste as sweet.

3. All the world’s a tree, and all the monkeys and bananas merely players: they have their parasites and their peels; and one fruit in its time plays many parts, its acts being seven ages the last of which is poop.

4.What a piece of work is a monkey, how noble in trees and how infinite in poop, in form and movements how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a dog.

5. It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but bananas.

6. The course of true love never did run banana smoothie.

7. But, soft! what banana through yonder window breaks? What hath thee done! It doth hath tiny shards of glass within now. Thou hath ruined it.

8. A monkey can eat a banana but once.

9. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your bananas: I come to bury Caesar, not to those bananas … but once again, bananas please and quickly.

10. A banana! A banana! My Kingdom for a banana!

Well, enow… thou hath something thither, monkeys. Kudos-eth

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Nick Jackson was born in the UK, the land of gunpowder tea, but moved to America to escape exploding cups of tea. He now lives in Florida where he attempts come to terms with concepts such as how flat everything is and whether the alligator is a golfer's natural predator. Nick has written for Monkey Pickles from the beginning, as established in Cern, Switzerland, with the discovery of the long-sought Monkey Pickle Particle. He is somewhat "freaked out" by writing in the third person. Nick is motivated to write for the pleasure of the experience rather than to pay the bills, but he does recognize that pleasure is still not an acceptable method of payment in most respectable retail outlets. He hopes to raise a smile or two before being ejected from the store.