I've been inspired to make my own AAR by the works of phargle in his epic and award winning tales of misadventure :
Knud Knýtling, Prince of Denmark (and other assorted tales)
And of late in similar form the alphabetic crusade of anonymous4401:
Real Men Do It Alphabetically: An AARgau
So here is my venture into the wonderful world of AARs. Hopefully it isn't too disturbed, dysfunctional and dank.
Meet Conchobar O'Neill, a proud Irishman.
He became the "King" of Mide by winning a drinking contest.
He claims the time he spent with the monks in his youth prepared him for it.
The stuff those chaste observers of the faith drink to drown the sorrows of painfully swollen prostates made the contests ale taste like apples.
In truth it probably had more to do with him spiking their drinks. What a cunning man.
His opponent's wife caught him, fortunately his charm and wit saved the day.
He seduced her while hubby was on the can and married her after he died of alcohol poisoning. Clearly a great diplomat.
Like all Irish drinking contests the result was decided with a healthy brawl.
Again Conchobar prevailed, it seems the monks taught him drunk style kung fu.
He couldn't remember much of the technique. Never was an organised man.
So here we are, Conchobar, "King" of Mide.
The rest of the world calls him count.
He grew a cool beard. He said if anyone was to respect him as a man of rank, he had to hide his bum chin.
Now we must learn of his ambition.
The Norman conquest of England has forced him to wear incontinence pads.
Until Ireland is united as one under its own REAL king he fears the condition will persist.
He hopes he can accomplish this before he dies, wearing nappies makes him blush when his wife helps him undress for bed.
The shame cannot continue!
Speaking of his wife. Meet Grainne, mother of two.
Her husband thought the slurred speech was because she was an alcoholic.
Ignorance is bliss right? That cleft in her lip? A former lover in jealous rage.
It was a former lover, but it was his genes that left her with a harelip.
She fooled a "king" into marrying her. What else does she hide?
What a cunning woman.
What will we learn next about this... interesting family. Stay tuned as we get to know of the "king"'s shame and sorrow.
Knud Knýtling, Prince of Denmark (and other assorted tales)
And of late in similar form the alphabetic crusade of anonymous4401:
Real Men Do It Alphabetically: An AARgau
So here is my venture into the wonderful world of AARs. Hopefully it isn't too disturbed, dysfunctional and dank.
Chapter 1: From Humble Beginnings
As told with pictures. And some words.
As told with pictures. And some words.
Meet Conchobar O'Neill, a proud Irishman.
He became the "King" of Mide by winning a drinking contest.
He claims the time he spent with the monks in his youth prepared him for it.
The stuff those chaste observers of the faith drink to drown the sorrows of painfully swollen prostates made the contests ale taste like apples.
In truth it probably had more to do with him spiking their drinks. What a cunning man.
His opponent's wife caught him, fortunately his charm and wit saved the day.
He seduced her while hubby was on the can and married her after he died of alcohol poisoning. Clearly a great diplomat.
Like all Irish drinking contests the result was decided with a healthy brawl.
Again Conchobar prevailed, it seems the monks taught him drunk style kung fu.
He couldn't remember much of the technique. Never was an organised man.
So here we are, Conchobar, "King" of Mide.
The rest of the world calls him count.
He grew a cool beard. He said if anyone was to respect him as a man of rank, he had to hide his bum chin.
Now we must learn of his ambition.
The Norman conquest of England has forced him to wear incontinence pads.
Until Ireland is united as one under its own REAL king he fears the condition will persist.
He hopes he can accomplish this before he dies, wearing nappies makes him blush when his wife helps him undress for bed.
The shame cannot continue!
Speaking of his wife. Meet Grainne, mother of two.
Her husband thought the slurred speech was because she was an alcoholic.
Ignorance is bliss right? That cleft in her lip? A former lover in jealous rage.
It was a former lover, but it was his genes that left her with a harelip.
She fooled a "king" into marrying her. What else does she hide?
What a cunning woman.
What will we learn next about this... interesting family. Stay tuned as we get to know of the "king"'s shame and sorrow.
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