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Pussbo

About Me

Born in San Francisco, I was raised by a wolf called Elraa. As I grew up, my senses became developed to such a degree, that I could hear a fly bark from half a mile away. Once my wings had fully formed, I migrated to Great Britain, where I was educated and housed by Professor Nathan Battenberg, who sadly passed away last October. I now run my own school of Medieval torture and am father to a variety of chemicals, some very toxic. I'm a nice lad.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Robot Neil, the metal shadow boxer

My Blog

Surprise!!

Sleepless knights   Oxygen and turbans! Been away for some time, namely because my great uncle, The Cufflink Pup, fell ill with Cobbler's Flash, a severe inflammation of the arse&&.or so I though...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 04:22:00 GMT

What a shocker!

How lovely....... Afternoon, bunkonauts. Church horse! What a shock I got this morning. Awoke, with the usual panty mound and desire to devour a whole pack of Washburn's Original Gecko Scrat...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 04:44:00 GMT

Harry's Nude Ear

Glory be! Harry's Nude Ear to you all, fellow arse owners. Pabahchebar! What a year it's been! Hope you all had a better Christmas than myself. It seemed to be one bit of bad luck to the next............
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 07:52:00 GMT

Bumping along

It's one way to look younger! Aaaahaugh! Sgt. Bumm and one of his colleagues turned me over, stomach-down, as they cuffed my wrists. I screamed in pain, as my titty bits gushed blood onto the damp mos...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 03:04:00 GMT

Apologies in writing

  Just a bit of fun......... Shabbity-backpacker! What a night's sleep! I woke up this morning, wee-stick soft as a teenage donkey's forehead, remembering what day it was. Exactly a year ago,&nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 06:32:00 GMT

Pet Symmetry

Ever onwards........ Morning, bunkonauts! Several months have passed since the incident with the puma-go-round and young Velvety Ben. He's no longer around, bless his little tufts; his mother, Melanie...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:34:00 GMT

I believe in music

Big cat vibes Bunkos, I can't explain the terror that I was feeling, looking across at the babulan chickster about to be puma feed. My legs moved like pistons across the uneven turf and my w...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 07:48:00 GMT

What are the chances?

Anything but that! There I stood amid the throngs, seething with rage, as I watched the shriveller meander through the mass of bodies, making a hasty escape. Damn him and his inflatable wrens! Damn hi...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 06:41:00 GMT

Get on with it!

Music, the food of love Let me tell you, bunkmates, it was no easy matter for me, getting used to the fact that I was a father to a chicketty small called Velvety Ben. I was used to the good life - ha...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 06:28:00 GMT

Problems, problems

Getting to know you............ I awoke, cold with sweat. The sun was already glowing through the curtains, like shards of yellow glass piercing the dimness of my boudoir. Jesus H Termite! What a drea...
Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 08:07:00 GMT