Ah, the Crimean War. When fighting was cool and conducted by gentlemen who raced into battle upon their mighty steeds with swords and hardons fully erect. That wiz fighting.
There was a bit of fanny for the lads to drool over as well - Florence wasn't the best looking right enough but any hole's a goal.
'tis true, the florets of doxies followed our camp for the pleasurement of the troopers but more for the amusement of the officer class - Gambol, in his previous life, circa whenever the ****in crimean war was.
I like to have a series of CDs entitled 'Barack Obama reads Moby Dick'. He has a great voice for audio recordings.
w**king was banned during the Crimean War. Anyone caught doing so would have been kicked in the cods for the regulation 65 minutes. One exception to the rule was the bombastic General Thistle-Cusp, who would lead his infantry into battle while stroking an erection of astonishing girth and length. Sadly, his impressive member was an all-too-easy target, and his knob was shot clean off at the Battle of Balaclava.
