17 June 2008
Lord Likely Returns, Entire Globe Rejoices
June 18th, 1857.

Good day, all. And how the devil are you?
- Lord Likely.
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Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
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17 June 2008
June 18th, 1857.

Good day, all. And how the devil are you?
- Lord Likely.
Everyone at humor-blogs.com wishes they could be Lord Likely. Or at the vear least, they wish they could be in him.
26 incredible interjections thus far.
You saw men ‘feasting on the flesh of other men’, eh??
Mmmmmmm……..
(Glad to have you back M’Lord.)
*Does curtsy and scampers away*
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~ZZ
OoooOOOOooooOOooooh Lord Likely! You’re back!….my cups are all a-quiver….
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It’s very nice to know that you’d serve wine with toasted skin for dinner. I wonder, does it taste like crackling?
Good to have you back. We were about to send out a search party. I’ll bet you have unimaginable adventures to relate, m’lord. And don’t hold back on the details of the sexual parts, please. The ladies here can really take it. Except for maybe Olga. Sometimes she almost bursts at the seams at the mere thought.
Lord Likely, sir,
I look forward to being sprayed, once more, by your literary genius this Northern summer.
ADG
I must be hard of reading because I cant read that.
I guess doing ‘that’ too much does affect your sight
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Glad to have you back though unless that was a death notice?
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Good Heavens! Were you gone?
Welcome home. Now back to work.
Good Lord, Likely! About time you quit gadding about the countryside and rejoined the land of the living!
Welcome back. I prostrate myself before you. But plz to consider not pissing off for such a long time.
Fascinating! It sounds as if you have first handedly (tee hee!!!!) experienced a brush with Zombees.
Despite the ballsery implicit in your mere survival of such an Incident, I scold you for your extended absence and look frostily upon such Neglect!!
A sound spanking, if I could but get ahold of you, would seem to be in order, sad to say.
A triumphant return! Let us hope that memories of those accursed cannibals will keep your mind from dwelling on Botter’s ball-sack.
Huzzah! Indeed, it is cocking well excellent to have you returned, my lord.
Oh, cocks! Memma stole my “Huzzah.” Well, let’s just say I’m well chuffed to see your triumphant return. Let the Likelymania resume.
JD at I Do Things
Welcome back!
Hey, your postcard was telling a totally different story…
But we’ll back you up if the journalists ever ask us! We’ll tell them about the blood-stained letters arriving in envelopes sealed with unidentified substances that once were alive!
Good day, fellow adventurers!
Dear greeneyezz, there was nothing even vaguely erotic about this particular bout of man-on-man action. Except for the sight of me in my underwear, of course.
Olga, would you like me to steady your cups for you? I have very steady hands, you know.
Feeling Flirty, it tasted rather like chicken, now you mention it. Especially the cocks. I thank you!
Relax Max, ne’er fer, good sir, I shall be utterly forthcoming about my forth comings.
Lord Andrew, brace yourself, my friend, for I am ready to gush forth with a powerful jet of red-hot literature!
Dearest Claire, if the act of onanism was indeed related to diminishing eyesight, then I fear I would have been blind by the time I was fourteen.
Mr. Lewis, you can feign indifference, but I know that you ached and longed for my return.
Linda, I am all gadded out. My gad is well and truly worn, and thus I shall not be gadding for the near future!
My dear pseudonymph, do not fear – my piss shall remain in precisely the right place from now on – on a whore’s chest.
lycobus, I offer up my lordly buttocks for a sound thrashing. It is all I deserve. The harder the thrashing the better, I say.
Mr. Bananas, I do not know if anything shall clear my mind of the sight of Botter’s ball-sack. It was truly the most hideously malformed mockery of nature I have ever seen. Even the mere mention of it has forced me to vomit a little.
memma, it is twatting well wonderful to BE back, m’dear!
JD, here, here! Let the Likelymania not only resume, but flourish and grow, until I can barely walk again.
Many thanks to you all for dropping by and welcoming me back. It has caused my heart to swell with pride, and my Palmerston to swell with joy.
You are all so very wondrous.
Toodle-pip!
- Lord Likely.
Oh! No sooner have I responded to these comments, then another arrives. Heavens, I truly am a popular Lord to-day.
roufa & mimi, the post-card and the newspaper article both reflect a common occurrence; where a holiday can start out lovely and fine, then before you know it your up to your eyeballs in dead bodies and forced to dine on severed limbs just to maintain your survival. We’ve all been there, haven’t we?
Many thanks for stopping by.
Toodle-pip!
- Lord Likely.
They closed off our road to mark the occasion, you know. The ladies put out a lovely spread, the gentle-men stood proudly, and there was bunting as far as the eye could see. I’m rather glad the children were at school or up the chimneys.
“I saw these monsters strip humans of their skin, an then they wore the skin as if they were over-coats.”
Thanks. Now I have holiday envy.
Qelqolth – “an then they wore the skin as if they were over-coats.”
That somehow reminds me of Silence of the Lambs, when Jodie Foster was talking about the killer using the skins of the women to make a suit of some sort.ewww
@greeneyezz
“It puts the lotion on its skin…”
Consider me among the Likelymaniacs – welcome back m’lord!
Whoa, whoa – WHOA! ‘Entire globe rejoices’? Sir – would not the part of the globe you were departing have been despondent? A small details to be sure m’lord – just saying.
Good day, my highly rogersome readers!
Mark, it sounds like it was quite an occasion on your street, and rightly so. I just hope you invited the many prostitutes who frequent that street to ply their trade.
Qelqoth, just another item in the long list of the excellent things I do of which you should be jealous! I simply cannot help being so incredible.
Greeneyezz, with my man-servant about, the lambs would not be very silent at all. He is such a terrible deviant at times, you know.
Mr. Canucklehead, you are quite astute, sir; the part of the world from which I departed were indeed almost beyond consoling when I left. That is the press for you – always prone to exaggeration and hyperbole!
Toodle-pip!
- Lord Likely.
M’Lord, ‘The lambs would not be silent’ if Botter was around??
Would this be a standard case of,
The Great Man-Servant of Lord Likely; where Botter gets drunk, and the Sheep get nervous??*smiles coyly as the ‘send’ button is clicked*
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~ZZ
Dear Lord Likely,
I am so glad that you have returned. All will be well now.
Simply,
Lady Laura
Welcome Back !
Perhaps , you and I can kick Ed in the pants to get MBL going again ?
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