Good day to you all, gentlemen and lady readers of this fine interblog! I am happy to announce that, following a recent audience with Her Majesty, I have been promoted from the lowly position of Lord Admiral of Her Majesty's Airship Fleet to the much more dignified Lord Admiral of Her Majesty's Privies.
No longer do I have to spend endless hours inspecting the flying deathtraps of our empire. Not another moment must be wasted soaring over our fair nation in one of those windbags. Now, I can spend my time relaxing on the loo, knowing that I am doing my part to keep our great nation sanitary and comfortable. Truly, this is a momentous step ahead for your humble friend the Lord Admiral.
As astute readers have no doubt observed, I am extremely happy with Her Majesty's choice. Any rumors to the contrary are to be dismissed as hearsay. I know that I should not pay these rumors any mind, but I think I shall take a moment to squash one particularly hurtful story.
It is in no way true that Her Majesty saw fit to promote me after I answered her question of what sort of tea I would like with "Madam, I'll tell you what type of tea I would like. I would like the type where I make out with you for, like, half an hour."
I am sure that you will all wish to congratulate me on my new position, so feel free to write me a note and flush it down the nearest loo.
Ta!
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Does this make you a Loo-Sir?
You should be receiving my letter of congratulations soon. I wrapped it in a very convincing, amusing faux-crap manufactured by Puper and Puper of Edinburgh.
I'm afraid this means you'll have to check every convincing crap that comes by, but it will be worth it.
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