Group Banter Race to a million

My bossom doth burst from my petticoat, exclaimed Ethel in a breathless raspy voice. The pneumonia from the January cold begin to wither her body.

Reginald, as hard as a stick of Brighton rock that he brought back while holidaying, trusted his long hard victorian peen complete with top hat deep inside Ethel.


"Can't wait to send this one up a chimney"
 
My bossom doth burst from my petticoat, exclaimed Ethel in a breathless raspy voice. The pneumonia from the January cold begin to wither her body.

Reginald, as hard as a stick of Brighton rock that he brought back while holidaying, trusted his long hard victorian peen complete with top hat deep inside Ethel.


"Can't wait to send this one up a chimney"
Damn you, I've already sent the first one out. I'll have to add this now
 
Reginald kissed his sweet Ethel goodnight. The January cold lingering on her lifeless lips.

Don't worry my love. He said to her, I'll Toss this one in the Thames come the morning
 
Igobot had just painted his walls green. Layered thick in lead, he brought all the upper-class ladies around to sniff it while indulging in a mummy unwrapping party.

He was particularly excited about his latest mummy inquisition, a small mummified pygmy from an aztec temple. If that didn't get the hot totties moistening their frocks, then he'd have to wait for a new outbreak of cholera.
 

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