Dear Country Estate Owners:
I am currently looking for a well-appointed garden shed or cave for hermetic possibilities on your property.
I require very little upkeep as I am partial to voles. I am suitably apoplectic, adequately eccentric, and erudite in my mutterings.
Let me be your living lawn ornament.
I can be reached at… I am not reachable.
Dearest Ladies, so much that weakens you must be put to right!
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… Dr. Merriweather suggests hysterectomy
… perhaps a womb removal followed by a sewing up
… ovary quelling
Corset suffocation rib smooshing
Unconsummated hysterical loin yearnings
… hysterectomy followed by sitz bath
… womb reduction with ovary hide and seek
Intermittent 360 degree spinning in place
… heroin, followed by blade
… perhaps an actual hysterectomy may be helpful
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Won’t you visit the Office of Dr. Julius Merriweather, Gentleman and MD? It is located off Harley Street near where that guy got killed.
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“Mirror, mirror on the wall — please tell me what gender I am.”
Treat your little gentleman to his very own Ambiguous Transgendery Nighttime Boy-Dress for a bedtime of sweet dreams that may unburden your tiny son and heir of his confusion and unending questions concerning identity.
Jack Stark himself says:
“After all, are we not all ambiguously pretty in our
young rough-and-tumble years? Are we not?”
My name is Josephus Buford and my capacious beard is available to let.
It is a well-appointed beard with space abundant enough for a fine family of social standing and good breeding. Within my beard are included such better-quality furnishings as a walnut burl library desk table, two Belter rosewood chairs, a colonial cherry breakfront china cabinet, one grand piano forte, one tiger oak curio, a velvet fainting settee, two 8-string Lily harps, a fully fitted kitchen with one year’s supply of coal, and a marble-top commode with two Westwood china bedpans. Also included is this small urchin:
—Help! Sir Tristram! Sir! Wait! No—
You may contact me regarding my beard accommodation in the gentlemen’s toilets at the Café Royal during high tea.
In these times of difficulty acquiring ample homes in a crowded and filthy city such as this, you will find my beard most convivial and comfortable.
I am, of course, attached.
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