Searching through my computer for a document, I found this...

[valis2]

Worst Renaissance Festival pickup lines

Such a dainty ankle m'lady hath.

Thou art more hot than Heidi Klum.

Thine boobs outshine the sun.

Allow me to laceth your corset tighter.

Wouldst thou care for some of my food coupons?

Thou lookest like a real buxom wench.

Shall I compare thee to soup in a bread bowl?

Upon staring at your lovely visage I realizeth that my codpiece is feeling rather restrictive.

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[ellid.livejournal.com]

*HOWLS*

[cactus-wren.livejournal.com]

Thine boobs outshine the sun. *giggles*


Upon staring at your lovely visage I realizeth that my codpiece is feeling rather restrictive.

*diez laughing*

[valis2.livejournal.com]

hee! It's ellid!Lupin!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Hee!! Glad you enjoyed. ;)

[mimbulus.livejournal.com]

If anybody were to say any of those to me (and actually mean it), I'd marry them on the spot. (except for the tighter corset one) *g*

[privatemaladict.livejournal.com]

Buwahahahaha!!!!

I can contribute some "Worst medical student pick-up lines ever." Such as:

"Hey... wanna feel my femoral pulse?"

Actually, that's all I can remember. :(

Okay, back to studying.

[rinsbane.livejournal.com]

*snort* Those are great.

[corvus-coronis.livejournal.com]

*Weepeth from the humours*

XD

[florence-craye.livejournal.com]

I love the codpiece one especially, as it's so wordy and cumbersome! *giggles*

[valis2.livejournal.com]

hahaha!! I only vaguely remember writing them, but they were a lot of fun.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*snort* That's hilarious!

Guys could always offer a breast exam...hee!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

The soup in a bread bowl line made me LOL.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Hee!! Glad you enjoyed.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I have to admit that I love the bread bowl line the most. That still makes me laugh like an idjit.

[sylvadin.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time heard this line delivered to a young wench who was developing a bad case of 'bodice burn'. For those unfamiliar to the phenomena, it refers to a buxomous woman, laced in a bodice tight enough that the surrounding males keep waiting for her nipples to pop free the next time she takes deep breath, AND who forgot to apply sunscreen to her untanned mammaries on what is the sunniest day that summer.


"Oh, faire maiden. Allow me to harvest your love apples before they overripen."

[privatemaladict.livejournal.com]

"Say... wanna palpate my axillary lymph nodes?" (this is something that'svery hard to do without feeling someone's breast at least a little bit.)

"Is that a stethoscope in your pocket or are you just..."

[valis2.livejournal.com]

bwahahaha!!

Of course! That's hilarious!