Hello again everyone. It's so good for you to hear from me once more, I'm sure you all agree. I have been rather busy of late; particularly exploring the importance of my family history. There are a number of rather educated people within our genetic lineage, as you'd expect (despite the witless attitude that some people have about how good I am) and, in the next week or so I am hoping to put it all on this blog. I know those of you who admire me will congragulate me for it.
Leaving that aside for the time being, I was wanting to mention my recent avoidance of those websites where I enjoy insulting people who are not important enough to agree with my worldview. The Modern Antiquarian has been a little quiet without me, you will agree, but at least when it has been needed the obnoxious fat blonde has rippled in with a few choice words about one or more of the idiots that dare challenge our dictatorship there. Thank you Jane. Your blubbery fat mass is a joy to behold. You remind me of my years in Japan when I ate whale-meat and rummaged darkly with young fat girls. I hope, one day, to stroke you up and down again and rub myself off till my salt-milk spurts feverishly. Did you enjoy it the last time we secretly met? I hope my rubber outfits were the right ones - you never said, so I will presume it was fine. You can telephone me whenever the urge takes you if you like. I need to stroke my hands over your hairy wet fanny while you slap my erotic balding head. I dream about it most nights. Please whisper to me about mothballs when I wank. I know you will.
I was going to make this a longer blog but I have become rather steamy thinking about you Jane. The photo of the sperm whale next that of you has made my warty cock far too hard so I must dash off for a quick final shuffle.
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