Julien Dubuque (b.1652-d.1721) was a gloriously filthy French traitorous miner and slave driving bastard. He was born in Les Peasoup, Canada in 1652, the son of a lesbian Crunchberry farmer from the Pupieu region of France. Julien (prematurely suspected of being a retard of some sort) wouldn't utter his first word until the age of two, but it would go to be cornerstone of his existence "Mine". In 1663, Julien discovered he had an abnormally proportioned penis and would go onto rambunctiously sow his wild oats (fathering countless rabid children). Julien came of age bearing a deep resentment and distrust of women, stemming from the years of emotional abuse and pelvic experimentation suffered at the hands of his his mother, whose mind was lost in the Crunchberry famine of 1652. Needless to say, Julien would struggle to find a "meaningful" relationship.
Conquering The Natives
Julien Dubuque had the world by the balls until 1720, when his gambling and drinking cost him his fortune. He would trade what little of his wealth he had left for three Tootsie Roll seeds (which surprisingly never grew). Julien spent the last of his money on what friends he had (still a Dubtown Tradition) and would live out his remaining days as a penniless tramp on the street, begging and spinning erotic yarns to lonely travelers for change. Dubuque succumbed to the ravages of syphilis on August 26, 1721. His final words were "I pooped em", but nobody heard him.
Dubuque's Funeral and Legacy
August 30, 1721, Julien Dubuque was finally laid to rest. His funeral was attended by nearly 10 people, most of which other pioneers. It is said that Davey Crocket rejoiced and Larry Flynt wept. His tomb sits overlooking the Mississippi River. After Julien's death, his widow, Wiccunt, struggled to make her way in the world without her male supporter. She would allow Dubuque's body to be exhumed in order to sell his genitalia to Phineas Taylor Barnum's museum of freaks and oddities. The genitalia is now on display at the Smithsonian, and lead to Dubuque best being know today as the guy who had that freakishly large package you saw at the Smithsonian, but he was much more than that.he has a drinking problem