Do you have something on your chest that you feel should be shared? Come on, it's bad for your health to stew over things. Out with it!

By Girl Coper on Monday, August 13, 2001 - 12:08 pm:

I, Coping's most vile visitor and shameful, sorrowful wretch in all the world, do knowingly make humble confession. My sorrow I can by no writing express, nevertheless I trust you will take into consideration my youth, my ignorance, my frailness, my humble confession, the subtle persuasions of virile, intellectually prosperous young men and my frank admission of said faults.

A Boy Coper has lain with me, sometimes in his doublet and hose, and two or three times naked, but no so naked that he had nothing upon him, for he had always at least his doublet, and I do think his hose also. But I mean naked, when his hose was pulled down.
What do you think of that?

By Skrooie on Monday, August 13, 2001 - 03:42 pm:

Probably a lot more if I could understand it.

By Boy Coper on Tuesday, August 14, 2001 - 04:15 am:

I, dear Copers, I have been living a most horrendous lie. Upon the bequest of a better man than myself I am here to seek your humble forgiveness. O, look upon my woe-begone spirit and realise I have endured enough vile sufferance to last five lifetimes! The ills that flesh is heir to have poured their full scorn upon me with little or no mercy. The true torture of a man's conscience doth make purgatory tremble in it's wake, and I, dearest Copers, I have spent many moons staring dispassionately at my rotten, decaying soul without holding so much as a glimmer of hope for a Holy redemption. The Lord may not forgive me, but I beseech the gathered crowd to find it in their hearts to pardon me of my admittedly vile, heinous crimes.

Alas, if sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times, then I of all people have been dealt the unkindest cut of all. My fall from grace and happiness has been extreme in it's magnitude. Once a delightsome, whistling youth, I am now a hideous, grotesque doppelganger, steeped in misery at the thought of my deeds; heart-stricken, chagrined & in despair. Nonetheless, I have nought to blame for this tragic end but my own self. The iron entered into our soul; "haeret lateri lethalis arundo" (Virgil). Forgive me, dear Copers, forgive me.

Alas, it is true I have used my subtle persuasions to procure a Girl Coper for my vicious purposes. Many times have we lain together, and two or three times naked it is true, although I was always at least bedecked in my doublet, and had my hose pulled up oft, waiting for periods of absolute necessity to alter it otherwise. I hope my sincere, abject apology will be sufficient for your most high & mighty Lordships. I have commited knavish sins and unscupulous crimes against you. Do with me as you must.

By indigo on Tuesday, August 14, 2001 - 01:35 pm:

wow. someone is more bored than me.

By N J McLean (Skrooie) on Tuesday, August 14, 2001 - 02:08 pm:

Hahah

By Chris on Tuesday, August 14, 2001 - 11:30 pm:

Didn't know Coping had an Elizabethan Drama Society!

By chris on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 01:50 am:

I wish 'Chris' would stop using my name, it's annoying

By Girl Coper on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 05:38 pm:

My dear friend,

The bearer of these few lines from your entirely devoted servant will deliver into your precious hands a token, hoping you will keep it forever in all true affection for me. Also wine, strawberries, apples and other things to make good cheer. I heard say there are words made lately of great derision against us; I pray you pay no regard to it. I am at present informed who is the setter forth of this malignant writing, and he shall be straitly punished for it!
Hoping shortly to be received into your arms without either doublet and hose, I end for the present.
Your own loving servant,
G.P

By Boy Coper on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 07:36 pm:

Mon ami, mon couer,

Albeit that my previous posting's heart-aches are painfully genuine and sincere, my desire to receive you into my arms whilst bedecked in neither doublet nor hose at the absolute soonest moment is somewhat clouding my otherwise sterling judgement. I hereby thank you for the wine, strawberries and apples, but it is your own sweetness for which I find myself longing. The merest passing thought of your magnificent girths and handsome thighs drives my red blood forth through my blue veins at a breakneck speed. Praise the Lord Almighty and let us rejoice in each other's arms. Let us gird up our loins and share all that the body has to offer! In eagerness & optimism I depart into the dark night. I end for the present.

By Chris on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 07:37 pm:

Your name? YOUR NAME?!

By Chris on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 07:41 pm:

Oh, by the way, it's nice to see some fine prose around here for a change. It's raising the tone a bit.

By indigo on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 09:43 pm:

But it's doing nothing for my fragile state of sanity.

By sean on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 10:30 pm:

i am a person who watched and enjoyed the american sitcom Cybill

By Protuberant Penis on Thursday, August 16, 2001 - 09:22 am:

doublet? hehe

By Chris on Thursday, August 16, 2001 - 10:23 pm:

Fine prose? LOL@the other Chris.

By Chris on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 08:44 pm:

Certainly fine prose when compared to the banalities you inflict on Coping every time you post here. You're so tedious you couldn't even think of an original name.

By Paige on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 09:14 pm:

Will you two please stop bickering. You're both too old to be acting like sullen juvies.

By ChrisZ on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 08:05 am:

I think I've heard that once too often thanks. get a life.

By Androgynous on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 01:44 am:

Way too much arguing. Fair play.
Coping used to rock. *sigh*

By Oom Papa! on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 07:51 am:

Where has all the love gone?

By Kagie on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 12:17 pm:

Fuck me. Get a life!

By Chris on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 08:49 am:

LOL @ Chris

By Questions, Questions on Monday, May 27, 2002 - 07:40 am:

Where have Boy and Girl Coper gone?