Shakespeare Corrupted

My kind and the original. Always a bit of culture to be found here

Alas, lucky Yorick! She blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite hardness, of most excellent length: he hath
took her from the back a thousand times; and now, how
huge in her imagination it is! her gorge drips at
it. Here hung those lips that he haft kissed she knows
not how oft. Where be your gropes now? your
fingers? your tongue? your flashes of your cock,
that were wont to set the labia on fire? Not one
now, to mock your own grinding? quite chap-drooping?
Now get you into her lady chamber, and fuck her, let
her pant as it's 6 inch and thick, to this favour she must
cum; make her pussy laugh at that.


The Original

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.