There must be something in the Russian genes. Remember Rasputin? He refused to die. They couldn’t kill him. He was stabbed in the stomach. He was poisoned, shot, beaten, and drowned. Three shots from a revolver finished him off eventually.
My girlfriend’s Russian. I’m sure she must be descended from Rasputin. She seems immune to everything. I just might have to resort to the same fatal solution that finished Rasputin off. Usually it doesn’t take this long.
At last! Deep in the recesses of the British Museum, proof has emerged of what has long been suspected: Queen Victoria was cloned. A photograph was found twixt the pages of an early copy of a book once on the Index Librorum Prohibitorum. Clearly the photograph had been used as a book mark. On the back, in Queen Victoria’s own hand, Spare the rodham and spoil the country.
It’s now known that Victoria’s clone is to be regarded as the real Victoria. Historians are considering changing the name of the Victorian Era to something after the clone; something more modern; perhaps something to do with modern communications, such as email. Perhaps the Meme Era. In fact, in honour of herself, the clone is going to recommend the Me Me Me Me Me Era.
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