The Astonishing Adventures of
Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
September, 1857. I could not believe that my arch-enemy, Harold Loathsome, had chosen to hold our final showdown in a bell-tower. It just seemed so very cliched. Honestly, I had expected more from him. Maybe it was time I found a better class of nemesis. And so it was rather begrudgingly that I hauled myself [...]
Tags: booze, botter, Doctor Corkscrews, ectoplasm, fiction, Harold Loathsome, HMS Bastard, humour, Lord Likely, Mrs. Dinklesuck, St. Bumthrusty's
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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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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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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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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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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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