The Astonishing Adventures of
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Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
April, 1856 “Miss Eileen Nipples, deceased. Death by choking, by all accounts,” said Inspector Spunkleford as Botter and I arrived at the crime scene, a dingy alley just off of Stenchfurst Road. “How can you die joking?” queried Botter, mishearing the good Inspector. I hit my servant sharply in the gut with my cane. “Please, [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, botter, fugitives, Miss Eileen Nipples, murder
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Sunday, April 8th, 2007
April, 1856 When I finally returned to consciousness, I found that I was still naked, and furthermore I had now been chained to the bed upon which I had plowed Miss Eileen Nipples mere hours earlier. My incapacitated state made me wonder whether I was about to enter a further session of far kinkier intercourse, [...]
Tags: bed, botter, Miss Eileen Nipples, murder, shackled
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Saturday, April 7th, 2007
March, 1856 As Madam Darkness took me in her cold embrace, I came to recall my previous romantic entanglements, and how they came to end. I shall now record a selection of them here, as a warning to other men, lest they too are ensnared in the awful traps frequently laid by the female of [...]
Tags: intercourse, sex, urine, women
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
March, 1856.I rose up out of Miss Nipples’ bed, and strode to the window triumphantly. “That was a very satisfactory bout of intercourse,” I said, adjusting my now-wonky top hat. “You have done yourself proud, Miss Nipples, and I applaud you.” Readers of this journal may feel cheated at the omission of a detailed description [...]
Tags: intercourse, Miss Eileen Nipples, vase, whisky
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Monday, April 2nd, 2007
31st March, 1856 Miss Nipples and I took our place at a small table inside Mr. Donald’s restaurant, and began to eat our less than fully-appetising meals. “So, Miss Nipples, let us get to the matter in hand…” I began. “I really don’t see the point,” said Miss Nipples, taking a swig at her water. [...]
Tags: deduction, intercourse, interrogation, meal, Miss Eileen Nipples
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Sunday, April 1st, 2007
March 31st, 1856 Having secured the company of the delightful Miss Eileen Nipples, I decided to take her up the alley. We chanced upon a rather quaint, bohemian eatery called ‘Mr. Donald’s Slabs of Cow Betwixt Two Slices of Bread’, which we settled upon for our interrogation-come-dinner date. We entered the building, and walked up [...]
Tags: dining, Mr Donald's Slabs of Cow Betwixt Two Slices of Bread, Reggie
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Lord Likely was a renowned member of the English aristocracy in the Victorian era. Tales of his exhilarating, enthralling and highly erotic exploits were legendary, but only now have his own, personal diaries resurfaced (found in a branch of Help the Aged in Swindon), shedding light on the life of this extraordinary eccentric.
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