Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Friday, 17 August 2018

From Uncle Bob's Porn Stash


Uncle Bob was a shameless womanizer.
It is my contention that Quartermain turned into
a great big slut by reading stuff like this.




I suspect this one was written under a pen name by world famous adventurer and novelist,
WL Emery whilst on safari in Africa...
Or maybe when he was on that bender in Detroit when he wrote it.


Harumpffff! I dunno if this one is suitable for children
or not. I will read through it and render a decision shortly.
If anyone needs me, I will be in the washroom.
Have a great Friday!



4 comments:

  1. you could easily enter into this genre and publish on the internet. maybe make a few $$$ ?

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  2. Organizing the safari was easy - but like everything else in life, only if you knew how. The first order of business was to ensure our supplies wouldn't be stolen off the dock, and to that end I unlimbered my ten foot bullwhip and soon had the little monkeys howling and yammering like old Pazuzu himself was after them. Having thrown a good scare into them, I repaired to a Gentleman's club nearby, little more than a glorified hut really, there to await old Cottontop. He was an Anfara I'd used before to recruit my bearers, along with a dozen or so Askaris to keep 'em in line and deal with the hostiles along the way. It's amazing how friendly the tribes in the interior can be once they're confronted with a dozen Enfield rifles and a Maxim gun. I, of course, retained my H&H .600 nitro express. The recoil can be a bit much, but you never really notice it when you face a charging bull elephant - not the first time, and not the last time either.

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    1. AWESOME.

      What's your pistol, WL? I see you in Webley or maybe a Mauser C96...

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    2. Thank you.

      The old reliable Webley, of course.

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