who here uses a throwline?

I too have enjoyed the discussion thus far; with its airs and vagaries, decisions and revisions and the clamoring debate of men. We are richer for this examination, and if I may offer, we are spoiled in avoidance of the mire toward which the lower and more brutal caste of men so often retire, almost as a natural devolution, like swine turning to rent. I wouldn't even conceive the difficulties brought by the admission of a plebeian democracy to a discourse of this high nature, and as a gentleman, I should shudder to imagine it.

However, if you will indulge me; I should like to see a higher infiltration of the King's English in these forums. Proper punctuation and careful construction of grammar and tense and all that. Correct spelling would not jeopardize our position entirely, either.

Very good then, carry on.
 
Sir Arch Druid,

I will try to do better in regards to punctuation and all that. Please forgive and have patience. My English teacher was a prude and a turd, and I was often vacant in my attentions.

An I'm gonna pull a quote from that devolution bit for my signage. That just rocks.
Can't, it's too long.
 
Gentlemen, what doth fly in yonder grey sky? An 8oz. yellow breasted black swallow, toiling over countless length of thin orange nesting material, I'd dare say. And what luck hath been bestowed upon me...to be present of mind and body as I witness this ruckus...this dreadful display of flight...this lack of direction...this flustering tangle of orange nest and breaking limbs? No luck at all, I presume. For I hear it's calls, the sounds of cursing that no other bird hath ever let forth from it's beak, cursing God's name, cursing the Queen. I ask you, gentlemen, what will be left of this tree when this angry bird finally comes to rest, and bestows it's nest all over this ungracious Townneship? For I can not see the ground on which this bird is gathering this orange nuse, and nor do I dare to round the hedge of Ivy that separates my human form from this torrent hell that I dare not know any further. I do see no other option for myself than to succumb to this urge to retire to my own shire, to tip my brandy wine, and hope to erase this ravage event. Good day.
 
Towards the tree I threw the ball
only to not see it come down at all
I turned around and I did find
the weight was stuck in neighboring pine
I pulled the line with all my might
And proceeded to watch it smash the street light!
 
Do it. Do it!
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I dunno, bra. I think The Archdruid took the wheel on this one. 'who here uses a throw line?', page 10 has me cracking up! You, cervair, Oroboros, Pelorus, Levi...

Jolly oh!
 
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