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on a funny looking balcony juliet speaks her heart
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| O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? .....where the FUCK ARE YOU. I shaved my legs!!! and bleached my tash | |
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meanwhile in the pub down the road. Romeo's had one 2 many for dutch courage
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| Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops | |
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