Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : treachery, revenge, incest, and moral corruption (oh my!)

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Hello awfuls wonderfulls!

I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and
queene: moult no feather. I have of late, (but wherefore
I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition;
that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterrill
promontory; this most excellent canopy the air,
look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this Majesticall roofe,
fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in
reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving
how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel!
in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the
world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is
this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem
to say so

The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark is a tragedy by William Shakespeare. Set in the Kingdom of Denmark, the play dramatizes the revenge Prince Hamlet exacts on his uncle Claudius for murdering King Hamlet, Claudius's brother and Prince Hamlet's father, and then succeeding to the throne and taking as his wife Gertrude, the old king's widow and Prince Hamlet's mother. The play vividly portrays both true and feigned madness—from overwhelming grief to seething rage—and explores themes of treachery, revenge, incest, and moral corruption.

Tell us your tales of treachery, revenge, incest and moral corruption.
 
I slipped a finger up a girls bum when she didn't ask for it, she loved it in the end so the moral of the tail is to always slip a finger up there to find out if they like it.
 
The last day of my shelf stacking job at High Wycombe Asda, i swapped some bulbs around so the 60w were in the 100w packet etc etc.
 
I like to bruise fruit at the supermarket.

The last day of my shelf stacking job at High Wycombe Asda, i swapped some bulbs around so the 60w were in the 100w packet etc etc.

I know someone who lives in High Wycombe, I'll ask if he was affected by your diabolical scheme.
 
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Yer ma.

Talking about bruising fruits, you know the hollow chocolate characters you get in shops, like rabbits and santas and so on? I have such an urge to crush them it is unreal. I often have a fantasy where there are endless trays of them and I get to punch them to pieces.

Typically I crush the head.
 
I require proof of previous devilry by the OP (to be held as retaliatory blackmail) before suggesting alleged actions of my own (or 'friend') :p
 
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