The Astonishing Adventures of
Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
"A journal so exciting, I fear I soiled myself no less than fourteen times."
THE DAILY NEWS SHEET
"Utterly wonderful. Upon reading Lord Likely's diaries, I went out and set fire to a homeless wretch to celebrate."
THE LONDON LOOKER
"I ejaculated so hard, my library had to be closed off for an entire week."
LORD FISHSTICK'S NEWSPAPER
"Everyone should buy a copy of these diaries, then have sex with them."
THE ILLUSTRATED JOURNAL OF NEWS
"Hear ye, hear ye, Lord Likely is fucking ace!"
THE TOWN CRIER
03 December 2007
December, 1856.
- Lord Likely
12 incredible interjections thus far.
A wondrous gift this would indeed make. True story: while once playing a rousing game of Trivial Pursuit, a particularly oafish friend of Rickey’s pronounced her name as “Florence Night Triangle.”
(I think that was a triple, Rickey!)
Sounds delightful – I hope Santa will bring me this for Christmas!
Damn it! Ms. Spears reached back and stole this fragrance – claiming it as her own!
“a particularly effeminate gentleman.”
That’s me! This perfume is for me!
Great Ad!
~ZZ
Does it not contain any juice from the lady herself, or has his lordship purloined that for himself?
surely this was designed with me in mind?
Lord Likely,
My secret has been unsheathed! I admit that I, too, have introduced many ladies to Rimhole’s delights and the small trinkets have been repaid a thousand fold.
Little did I realise that the Good Florence Nightingale was “behind” it all.
ADG
So it was not the Thames that was responsible for all that stench, after all.
Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass, December 4th, 2007 at 7:43 am
Where is the good Lord? Why has there been a deterioration in the frequency of his writings? What foul cocksuckery is this?
Good day all!
I apologise for the tardiness in my reply, and the rather slackened pace in my writings, but the foul serf responsible for transcribing my journal to this accursed interconnected network has been rather lax in his duties of late.
Suffice to say, I shall flay him to within an inch of his penis.
Anyhow, the latest chapter is up now, so let us all come together and rejoice in the excellent that is me.
Toodle-pip!
- Lord Likely.
I cannot wait to obtain a bottle of this lovely “Eau de poo poo.” The hint of vomit and gangrenous limbs is sure to make me the hit of any party. You are a genius my lord!
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.
Warning: these journals contain material that some people may find terribly offensive, or incredibly arousing
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