Ho, how does the sun rise for thee, 
mine subject that sent his loin of great size to me? And I do decree, thy loin hath thine own gravitational pull! Thou skin rod is as big as five and twenty hammers of build and it shall find it’s graceful way to my dearest feline of womanhood! No Mr Raleigh, don’t use your vomit as a lubricant on thine phallus, it shall be most displeasing for both thine phallus and mine cavern! Mr Raleigh will thine most politely fuck off back to America, and when thy returns, bringeth one thine good shit, for one wishes to become ‘turnt up’ for many hours before one gets the munchies. One wishes for ones mind to be obliterated with your most pungently fucking upable shit! Mr Raleigh, pass one’s bong please!

Oh, my! The most righteously enormous blunt you have sir Raleigh! Pray, do give me the pleasure of an almighty toot upon thine spliff!