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Apr 26, 2009 9:59 PM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
rusty_knight
rusty_knightrusty_knightGozo, Malta175 Threads 2 Polls 6,840 Posts
It was a dark, but warm night.... no stars shone in the sky and Sir Rustin Grott was bored.

He ambled down to the dungeon and prodded a few of the prisoners with his favourite 'prodding stick'.......... a Swiss walking stick with a nice metal spike on the end of it then wandered back 'upstairs' and rang the bell for his butler.

It was 3.30 a.m.

Reggie, the butler, groaned as he heard the bell. Should he wait 5 minutes and risk angering Sir Rustin for his tardiness or go as quickly as possible? He decided on the middle path, as usual, and took five breaths before jumping out of bed to go and serve his master.

'What time is it?' demanded Sir Rustin

'3.33 in the morning, my Lord' said Reggie.

'Oh' said Sir Rustin

'Anything else, my Lord?' asked Reggie

'No' said Sir Rustin Grott.

THE END
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Apr 26, 2009 10:05 PM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
rusty_knight
rusty_knightrusty_knightGozo, Malta175 Threads 2 Polls 6,840 Posts
Later, much later, his great grandson, Sir Rustin Grott de la Thurde switched on his computer and joined CS..........

and? dunno
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Apr 26, 2009 10:06 PM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
sxc666
sxc666sxc666unknown, Queensland Australia51 Threads 16,853 Posts
rusty_knight: Later, much later, his great grandson, Sir Rustin Grott de la Thurde switched on his computer and joined CS..........

and?
was never too see the light of day again.dunno uh oh
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Apr 26, 2009 10:39 PM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
ladyfingers
ladyfingersladyfingersclovis, nm, New Mexico USA261 Threads 1 Polls 5,456 Posts
It's 8:00PM, Sir Grott. I have a date with your butler and must

meet him at the local pub at 8:30. Why did you summon me to your

castle?

Sir Grott replied ..............
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Apr 26, 2009 11:57 PM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
rusty_knight
rusty_knightrusty_knightGozo, Malta175 Threads 2 Polls 6,840 Posts
'Because, my dear, you amuse me!'

Sir Grott twiddled his moustache furiously while imagining what he'd like to do to her in his castle...........
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Apr 27, 2009 12:12 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
ladyfingers
ladyfingersladyfingersclovis, nm, New Mexico USA261 Threads 1 Polls 5,456 Posts
Excess 999 (who was named after her grandmother 99) saw how Sir Grott was twiddling his moustache and thought to herself...'hmm, staying here might be more interesting then going out with that stiff old butler. Sir Grott is a little more zesty, and he really knows how to play with that moustache'.

Then 999 said to him, 'Sir Grott, if I make up an excuse to not go to the pub with your butler, what do you have planned for evening?'

Sir Grott, pulling and twiddling his moustache, and now stamping his right foot said ...............
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Apr 27, 2009 12:13 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
ladyfingers
ladyfingersladyfingersclovis, nm, New Mexico USA261 Threads 1 Polls 5,456 Posts
(I need sleep, but will check on the next installment tomorrow)wave
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Apr 27, 2009 2:57 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Witchaywoman
WitchaywomanWitchaywomanCarpentersville, Illinois USA97 Threads 13 Polls 4,344 Posts
It was a dark, but warm night.... no stars shone in the sky and Sir Rustin Grott was bored.

He ambled down to the dungeon and prodded a few of the prisoners with his favourite 'prodding stick'.......... a Swiss walking stick with a nice metal spike on the end of it then wandered back 'upstairs' and rang the bell for his butler.

It was 3.30 a.m.

Reggie, the butler, groaned as he heard the bell. Should he wait 5 minutes and risk angering Sir Rustin for his tardiness or go as quickly as possible? He decided on the middle path, as usual, and took five breaths before jumping out of bed to go and serve his master.

'What time is it?' demanded Sir Rustin

'3.33 in the morning, my Lord' said Reggie.

'Oh' said Sir Rustin

'Anything else, my Lord?' asked Reggie

'No' said Sir Rustin Grott.

Just then, Lady Grott entered the room in a floating, shimmering, blue nightgown of exquisite silk. She unpinned her severe hairbun and let her raven tresses spill around her shoulders.

Sir Rustin muttered, "Go back to bed, you randy b---h, for you'll get none tonight."

Lady Grott advanced toward him. A moonbeam struck her pale complexion which was unusually white. It was then that Sir Rustin realized two things. One was that he had not seen Lady Grott for some time. The other was that since their last ungodly tryst, she had somehow managed to become a vampire. He was beginning to think that it had been a bad idea to coerce her into marriage.

As Sir Rustin contemplated this in an absynthe induced haze, he became aware that a vast quantity of blood was being removed from his neck by means of Lady grott's hollow fangs...
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Apr 27, 2009 5:39 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
rusty_knight
rusty_knightrusty_knightGozo, Malta175 Threads 2 Polls 6,840 Posts
Witchaywoman: It was a dark, but warm night.... no stars shone in the sky and Sir Rustin Grott was bored.

He ambled down to the dungeon and prodded a few of the prisoners with his favourite 'prodding stick'.......... a Swiss walking stick with a nice metal spike on the end of it then wandered back 'upstairs' and rang the bell for his butler.

It was 3.30 a.m.

Reggie, the butler, groaned as he heard the bell. Should he wait 5 minutes and risk angering Sir Rustin for his tardiness or go as quickly as possible? He decided on the middle path, as usual, and took five breaths before jumping out of bed to go and serve his master.

'What time is it?' demanded Sir Rustin

'3.33 in the morning, my Lord' said Reggie.

'Oh' said Sir Rustin

'Anything else, my Lord?' asked Reggie

'No' said Sir Rustin Grott.

Just then, Lady Grott entered the room in a floating, shimmering, blue nightgown of exquisite silk. She unpinned her severe hairbun and let her raven tresses spill around her shoulders.

Sir Rustin muttered, "Go back to bed, you randy b---h, for you'll get none tonight."

Lady Grott advanced toward him. A moonbeam struck her pale complexion which was unusually white. It was then that Sir Rustin realized two things. One was that he had not seen Lady Grott for some time. The other was that since their last ungodly tryst, she had somehow managed to become a vampire. He was beginning to think that it had been a bad idea to coerce her into marriage.

As Sir Rustin contemplated this in an absynthe induced haze, he became aware that a vast quantity of blood was being removed from his neck by means of Lady grott's hollow fangs...


Sir Rustin groped for his mobile phone/cellular thingy and dialed his dentist..........

'Take all her bloody teeth out!' he gasped
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Apr 28, 2009 12:51 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Witchaywoman
WitchaywomanWitchaywomanCarpentersville, Illinois USA97 Threads 13 Polls 4,344 Posts
Then, Sir Rustin pulled the phone off the table in anger. He realized that the cord had been severed. He heard a cackle in the halllway. The stone walls and leaded glass windows began to spin. The absynthe and blood loss were taking their toll. "Rosebud," he ecclaimed, "Oh the humanity!" And the world went black.
devil
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Apr 28, 2009 12:54 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Witchaywoman
WitchaywomanWitchaywomanCarpentersville, Illinois USA97 Threads 13 Polls 4,344 Posts
Oops, I mean, Sir Rustin suddenly realized the batteries in his mobile were dead. (There are no mobile phones in gothic horror stories!) 'Curse Lady Grott!" He exclaimed as he staggered across the room. He knew she was behind this. A n ornate candle stick came down at the base of his skull...dancing
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Apr 28, 2009 1:03 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
rocketqueen
rocketqueenrocketqueengeelong, Victoria Australia23 Threads 1 Polls 2,003 Posts
Witchaywoman: Then, Sir Rustin pulled the phone off the table in anger. He realized that the cord had been severed. He heard a cackle in the halllway. The stone walls and leaded glass windows began to spin. The absynthe and blood loss were taking their toll. "Rosebud," he ecclaimed, "Oh the humanity!" And the world went black.


............THEN SHRILL AND BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAMS CAME FROM WITHIN THE CELLAR, WHICH MADE SIR RUSTIN COME TO, FROM WHERE UPONCE HOUSE-MAID RQ WAS LAST SEEN MAKING 'SWILLS' OF MULLED WINE, AROMAHS OF CINNAMON AND SPICE FILLING THE AIR..........SIR RUSTIN IMMEDIATELY JUMPS UP TO SEE WHAT THE COMMOTION IS AND.....
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Apr 28, 2009 1:44 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa
TumpaTumpaottawa, Ontario Canada88 Threads 7,091 Posts
Witchaywoman: Then, Sir Rustin pulled the phone off the table in anger. He realized that the cord had been severed. He heard a cackle in the halllway. The stone walls and leaded glass windows began to spin. The absynthe and blood loss were taking their toll. "Rosebud," he ecclaimed, "Oh the humanity!" And the world went black.


......thus, with his lifeblood having been consumed from his body and no longer able to rise in his manhood, he would be known henceforth as Sir Rotting Crotch...
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Apr 28, 2009 1:46 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa: ......thus, with his lifeblood having been consumed from his body and no longer able to rise in his manhood, he would be known henceforth as Sir Rotting Crotch...

That was a bad one.scold
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Apr 28, 2009 1:52 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Witchaywoman
WitchaywomanWitchaywomanCarpentersville, Illinois USA97 Threads 13 Polls 4,344 Posts
Sir Rustin Grott ignored jhe rude comment by a spectator and decided to go out debauching Marquis De Sade style in a Tom Jones outfit. He ordered his carriage and stuffed some randy wench luring money in his impeccable trousers. sad flower
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Apr 28, 2009 1:54 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa
TumpaTumpaottawa, Ontario Canada88 Threads 7,091 Posts
NAKEDMUDPEOPLE: That was a bad one.


So's the thread....
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Apr 28, 2009 2:00 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa: So's the thread....

True
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Apr 28, 2009 2:06 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa
TumpaTumpaottawa, Ontario Canada88 Threads 7,091 Posts
NAKEDMUDPEOPLE: True


I guess I was looking for a real to life story, with a little more substance and threw a wrench as opposed to a wench into it...
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Apr 28, 2009 2:35 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Witchaywoman
WitchaywomanWitchaywomanCarpentersville, Illinois USA97 Threads 13 Polls 4,344 Posts
Sir Rustin had only to travel a short distance in his carriage before he chanced upon a naughty Milkmaid. She was dressed in a blue skirt, blue corset, and a white blouse which looked innocent, yet bawdy. Sir Rustin reached in the pocket of his Beau Brummel debauchin' trousers and pulled out a fist full of Euros - or whatever - and the coach man pulled up alongside the milkmaid. "Oh, Bjork," Sir Rustin said, "How would you like to come for a ride and have a drink of champagne?"
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Apr 28, 2009 2:45 AM CST The Adventures of Sir Rustin Grott.........
Tumpa
TumpaTumpaottawa, Ontario Canada88 Threads 7,091 Posts
Witchaywoman: Sir Rustin had only to travel a short distance in his carriage before he chanced upon a naughty Milkmaid. She was dressed in a blue skirt, blue corset, and a white blouse which looked innocent, yet bawdy. Sir Rustin reached in the pocket of his Beau Brummel debauchin' trousers and pulled out a fist full of Euros - or whatever - and the coach man pulled up alongside the milkmaid. "Oh, Bjork," Sir Rustin said, "How would you like to come for a ride and have a drink of champagne?"


...a drink out of this glass slipper, in my pomp, parade pumpkin carriage...
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