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Tuddlesworth: Gentleman of Action


Guns, Girls and Top Hats 
Guns, Girls and Top Hats 
Hello, good sirs! I would like to share a tale. A tale of gentlemanly epic proportions. The true identities of all persons-- gentlemanly and not so gentlemanly-- will not be revealed through the course of this tale. It is a bit on the lengthy side, but I implore you to read on. With that said, please do enjoy...




A friend of mine, Mike, was dumped by his girlfriend. This young lady wasn't very fond of the idea of her lady parts being exclusive to one fellow; what I'm trying to say is, this trick opened her legs up like a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve. Mike, being the hopeless romantic he is, was in a rut for quite some time. It was painful watching a good friend slowly crumble into a proverbial wreck. 

Another friend of mine, Elliot, decided to step in and help rebuild our heart-crushed comrade. The plan was simple, take Mike alcohol and women. Elliot believes that alcohol and loose dames are the answer to all of life's paradoxes. This alcoholic philosophy coupled with a short temper makes Elliot a living, breathing time bomb. Don't get me wrong, Elliot is an awesomely dapper fellow, but the Ol' Liquid Mistress seduces him into god-stomping anything with a pulse and a full set of functional limbs. After an hour or so of ingesting Elliot's empty reassurances, I decide to assist with Operation Help Our Lost Puppy Of A Friend Find His Testicles (O.H.O.L.P.O.A.F.F.H.T. for short)

Night falls and the three of us find a reasonable bar with plenty of women on the prowl. It didn't take long for Mike to cheer up a little and Elliot showed no signs of a meltdown. After an hour of caution, I finally downgrade my alert level and have a few drinks. Mike spots a group of eying us, so we make out way over in their direction. It was good to see Mike cast aside his emptiness and fill that void with copious amounts of alcohol and unsung promises of coitus activities.


This is what I got when I googled
This is what I got when I googled "Livid Gentleman" 

Somewhere between the heavenly brew and the sight of barely-concealed cleavage, complacency got the best of me; I hear the growl of an awakened beast. Though the origin of the growl was 10 feet away, I could feel his hot breath escape his lungs. Hell, I could've sworn that the ice in my whiskey disintegrated instantly. Gentleman Elliot let Fisticuff Elliot out of his padded cell. I--with Mike a few paces behind--rushed to the Beast's side. A gentleman need not a watch to know the current time; it's a quarter past bloodied ruffians.





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Before I can form the words, Elliot directs me to place grotesque objects down my windpipe. I can tell that Elliot is drunk; he downed a lot of drinks during my brief state of complacency. Being the defiant bastard I am I replied, "I told you." In hindsight, I realize just how lame it was to say those words, but I found it quite amusing (by the way, I was slightly tipsy). Apparently Elliot was angered by some fellow claiming that Bert and Ernie are members of a special social club. The reason why this was a devastating blow to Elliot is because he enjoys watching Sesame Street whilst in his happy drunken state. I suppose young Elliot wasn't prepared to come to grips with something so... obvious?


Here is what was said; (By the way, Elliot has a difficult time coming up with good comebacks when under the influence.)

Some Fellow: Dude, deal with it. You're a chump for watching that shit anyway.

Elliot: Well, yeah, buddy. But how about I punch you?

Some Fellow: Do it and I will fuck you up. No kidding.

Elliot: Alright, fuck me then, chief. Fuck. Me. (His eyes go wild and he pounds on his chest. He doesn't realize how gay he sounds demanding this guy to fuck him)


Mike: Elliot, no one is fucking anyone tonight. Thanks to you.


Tuddlesworth: Let's just get out of here and find another bar, no one wants to watch you hurt this guy.


Elliot: Okay, we'll leave... right after I take this fucker to Cherry Town!


Mike: What the fuck is Cherry To-


 Kind of like this, but with more clothing.
 Kind of like this, but with more clothing.

Before Mike can finish his inquiry, Elliot punches Some Fellow with the form of a seasoned pugilist. I am completely certain that the recipient of this punch had a flashback of when he was but a tiny sperm in his life-giver's testicles. The sound of knuckle to face is so fresh in my memory, as if it were thrown at me. Some Fellow stumbled, but wasn't finished just yet; he responded with a less awe-inspiring punch. And so, the great Sesame Street Skirmish began. Lesser battles were over small stuff like religion or politics; the real warriors fight over the sexuality of 40-year-old puppets.




Elliot was winning the fight, so some random guy steps out of the crowd, readying a punch aimed at my colleague. Something took a hold of me that very moment. I wasn't going to allow this ruffian to cheat. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the Deadly Top Hat Slugger. I let loose a punch aimed at the back of the cheater's head, but I'm so pumped up that I grazed the back of his ear. Luckily, Mike was there to tackle McCheaty Pants before he knew what hit him. 

After Some Fellow decides that the floor is a nice place to curl in a ball and reflect on life, the three of us make a quick exit. We never found out where Cherry Town was located.


-Tuddlesworth
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Top Hat Fraternity- The First Class

Imagine a group of top hat-wearing assassins, laying waste to any dapper-malnourished simpleton with the testicular fortitude to raise fisticuffs against them. I have put together a group twice as badass and thrice as gentlemenly. Consider this an X-Men: First Class parody... with better actors.

Fred Astaire



The Gentlemen's Equivalent of Bankai. 
The Gentlemen's Equivalent of Bankai. 



Picture that handsome devil swinging a sword whilst performing Puttin' On The Ritz. If that doesn't work, watch the video. He just killed 100 imaginary ruffians Bayonetta-style. This guy is smooth and was a major inspiration to Sammy Davis Jr and Micheal Jackson. Frank is one of the reasons why I think top hats are awesome.
















You Forgot Vagi- err, Vegetables. 
You Forgot Vagi- err, Vegetables. 



Is an explanation even necessary? Also, British accents coupled with killing makes good times.







Shirley Temple


Don't Let The Smile Fool You. 
Don't Let The Smile Fool You. 




Imagine this little ball of sunshine armed with a streetsweeper, singing Animal Crackers. She says that she loves swallowing animals, that's pretty badass. Don't you think that would send a chill down anyone's spine? She was even homefellows (homeboys for the non-dapper) with Franklin D. Roosevelt. Also, my mother adores Shirley Temple and my mother raised a gentleman!







Pierrot the Clown


You Gon' Git Violated. 
You Gon' Git Violated. 


Now be a gentleman and read this before you go Chris Breezy and express your utter distaste for anime. Cowboy Bebop was created by gentlemen, for gentlemen. He wears a maniacal grin upon his face whilst parting soul from flesh. Every team needs a creepy bastard. He also floats.






Willy Wonka/Gene Wilder


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Don't get me wrong, Johnny Depp is cool, but Gene Wilder will always be the true Willy Wonka. The Chocolate Factory would be an excellent headquarters for our social club. We would have Morgan Freeman (and Oompa-Loompas) engineering weapons and vehicles. 






This concludes my second blog. I do hope you enjoyed it.
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Allow Me To Introduce Myself

The name is Tuddlesworth and I love video games. After I watched a great deal of content, I decided to create a profile and post on the forums. I'm sure that you've noticed that I'm not good at this whole blogging deal, but I'll get better.

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I have a dog named Farnsworth and he's such a dapper fellow. I taught him everything I know. Every Saturday we have a couple glasses of the 'Ol Liquid Mistress whilst watching our stories. I hope the good times never cease.


I actually bought Farnsworth's hat from a Build-A-Bear at a nearby shopping mall. You should have seen the look on the vendor's face when I told her that all I wanted was the top hat, the bears can go burn in Libya. Too soon, I suppose.




A constituent of mine had the audacity to tell me that I overdress. After I told him that I enjoy looking my best, he replied, "but we're at freaking Chili's, bro". Due to his poor grooming skills, the waitress gave me more Dr. Pepper refills. That's what he gets for wearing a V-neck and skinny jeans.

Well, that's all for now. Thank you for reading.


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