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Archive for March, 2007
Talking to Nipples
Friday, March 30th, 2007
March, 1856 Having clapped eyes on Miss Eileen Nipples, I quite forgot about the missing Russian ambassador, and chose instead to pursue this most ravishing of creatures. I straightened my top-hat, took a swig of whisky out of my hip-flask, and advanced towards Miss Eileen Nipples. “Excuse me, madam,” I said, making sure to doff […]
Tags: botter, chat, love, Miss Eileen Nipples
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Rushing to the Russians
Thursday, March 29th, 2007
March, 1856. Botter and I took a carriage to London Town, eager to get our teeth into another exciting adventure. Well, I was eager, at any rate. Botter complained about the whole affair, until I silenced him by hitting his testicles with a pipe. Unlike our carriage ride in our last adventure, this journey passed […]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, carriage ride, Miss Eileen Nipples, urine
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The Riddle of the Runaway Romanov
Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
March 27th, 1856 The day began much like any other. That is to say, it started with the morning. I was busily waxing my moustache when I heard Botter return from the shops, where he had been sent to purchase essential items for the house. I finished off styling my proud whiskers, then hastened downstairs […]
Tags: adventure, ambassador, newspaper, Russian, whisky
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Things I Have Stabbed, Part Two
Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
22nd March 1856 More things I have stabbed with my trusty fencing sword, over the years… A Grizzly Bear: When a Chinese Circus (bearing the slogan ‘Where Animals Are Beaten For Your Pleasure!’) came to town, I was reluctantly dragged along to witness the awful spectacle by a friend of mine, Lord John Ratzenberger, who […]
Tags: bear-fight, beggars, botter, stabbing, swords
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Things I Have Stabbed, Part One
Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
March 21st, 1856 As an aristocrat, with money and time in plentiful supply, I like to indulge in various hobbies and entertainments. One of my favourite past-times is fencing, and many an afternoon I can be found, waving my weapon in another man’s face. I own my very own fencing sword, the use of which […]
Tags: fencing, hobbies, stabbing, swords
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The Astonishing Adventures of Lady Likely
Sunday, March 18th, 2007
Mothering Sunday, 1856. I do not know much about my own mother. I have never met her, or if I did, I certainly do not recall the encounter. My mother, unlike my father, was not a member of the British aristocracy. She was, in fact, a one-eyed prostitute from the Far East, whom my father […]
Tags: birth, gonads, mother, mothering sunday
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The End of The Ends
Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
March 15th, 1856 “That’s right, no cock. Not so much as a stump. All of it – gone.” Sir Marcus Chuffington-Fapps flailed his arms wildly, as he regaled us with the story of his unfortunate encounter with Mrs. Dinklesuck and her blood-thirsty hussies. We were enjoying a light supper at a local eatery, all of […]
Tags: conclusion, end, Mrs. Dinklesuck, severed penis, Sir Marcus Chuffington-Fapps
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A Gruesome Discovery
Tuesday, March 13th, 2007
Still in March, 1856 Having roundly defeated Mrs. Dinklesuck and her killer prostitutes, my companions and I entered their house to ascertain exactly what terrible secrets lay within, and hopefully bring this whole awful affair to it’s conclusion. A thorough search of the building proved fruitless. There seemed nothing remotely untoward about the house, save […]
Tags: botter, cocks, house, Mrs. Dinklesuck
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Fight to the End
Monday, March 12th, 2007
The same day, 1856 In some of my wildest dreams, I have fantasised about having a legion of prostitutes descend upon me, ready and willing to perform any sexual act my filthy mind could conjure. What reality presented to me instead, however, was a legion of prostitutes descending upon me, bearing an assortment of weapons, […]
Tags: concrete phallus, fight, Mrs. Dinklesuck, prostitutes, victory
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Life’s A Bitch
Monday, March 12th, 2007
March the Twelfth, Eighteen Fifty-Six We returned to Mrs. Dinklesuck’s house-come-brothel promptly, eager to make our acquaintance of this Mark fellow, and bring to a conclusion this baffling mystery. Inspector Spunkleford knocked briskly upon the door, which was then opened by the senior slut herself. “Oh!”, she exclaimed, genuinely surprised to see us again. “It’s […]
Tags: fire-fight, Mrs. Dinklesuck, pistols, prostitutes, wishing-well
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