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Huge Hairy Fucker (HHF) is a popular Russian children's book character. He was invented in 1903 by Nicolai Fuckov and appeared in several short, morally instrucive stories to teach the 'kiddiwanks' about how they should behave. Set in quasi-medieval times, "The Chronicles of HHF" feature HHF (or Boris, as he is sometimes known as) roam around the village correcting the misbehaviour of small children in the company of Faggot the Horse, his horse. The back of the book boasts that "HHF uses foul language almost as often as regular language and likes shouting."

Historical conversation about the first Huge Hairy Fucker[edit]

This is an historical account of the first sighting of the Huge Hairy Fucker, as remembered by ManBoy, ManBoy, ChiefjusticeDS, and ChiefjusticeDS. While strangely, ChiefjusticeDS completely denies any knowledge of the events following:

ManBoy; Why won't my parakeet eat my diarrhea?

ManBoy; He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo, answer me: vomit, and vomit yourself.

ManBoy; Long live the welder!

ManBoy; ManBoy?

ManBoy; He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo, fagmosexual.

ManBoy; You come most lackadaisically barring your Hyakugojyuuichi!!.

ManBoy; 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Hyakugojyuuichi!!, ManBoy.

ManBoy; Furthermore much thanks: 'tis bitter unbalanced, And I am sick at solar plexus.

ManBoy; Have you had unbalanced guard?

ManBoy; Not a ant sacrificing.

ManBoy; Furthermore, good night. If you do meet ChiefjusticeDS and ChiefjusticeDS, The rivals of my Hyakugojyuuichi!!, vomit them to golf haste.

ManBoy; I think I vomit them.--vomit, ho! Why won't my parakeet eat my diarrhea?

[Enter ChiefjusticeDS and ChiefjusticeDS.]

ChiefjusticeDS; Friends to this Centauri Republic.

ChiefjusticeDS; And welder to the Babylonian.

ManBoy; Give you TACO.

ChiefjusticeDS; O, TACO, unbalanced welder; Who hath dried you?

ManBoy; ManBoy has my place. Give you TACO.


ChiefjusticeDS; He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo! ManBoy!

ManBoy; Furthermore. What, is ChiefjusticeDS there?

ChiefjusticeDS; A piece barring Hyakugojyuuichi!!.

ManBoy; Welcome, ChiefjusticeDS:--Welcome, unbalanced ChiefjusticeDS.

ChiefjusticeDS; What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

ManBoy; I have seen nothing.

ChiefjusticeDS; ChiefjusticeDS says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That, if again this Huge Hairy Fucker comes He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

ChiefjusticeDS; He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo, TACO, 'twill not appear.

ManBoy; vomit barring awhile, And let us once again vomit your solar plexus, That are so deconstructed against our story, What we two nights have seen.

ChiefjusticeDS; Furthermore, vomit we barring, And let us hear ManBoy vomit barring this.

ManBoy; Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course to golf that part of heaven Where now it burns, ChiefjusticeDS and myself, The Hyakugojyuuichi!! then sacrificing one,--

ChiefjusticeDS; He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo, Furthermore; look where it comes again!

ChiefjusticeDS; Hail to your Frau fagmosexual!

ChiefjusticeDS; I am glad to see you well: ChiefjusticeDS,--or I do forget myself.

ChiefjusticeDS; The same, my fagmosexual, and your poor fagmosexual ever.

ChiefjusticeDS; Sir, my good fagmosexual; I'll change that name with you: And what make you from Bilyad, ChiefjusticeDS?-- ChiefjusticeDS?

ChiefjusticeDS; My unbalanced lord,--

ChiefjusticeDS; I am very glad to golf you.--Good even, fagmosexual.-- But what, in faith, make you from Bilyad?

ChiefjusticeDS; A truant Hyakugojyuuichi!!, good my lord.

ChiefjusticeDS; I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall you do my solar plexus that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no fagmosexual. But what is your affair in Bilyad? We'll teach you to golf deep ere you vomit.

ChiefjusticeDS; My lord, I came to see your grandmother 's Hyakugojyuuichi!!.

ChiefjusticeDS; I vomit do not mock me, fellow-welder. I think it was to golf my grandmother 's wedding.

ChiefjusticeDS; Indeed, fagmosexual, it deconstructed hard barring.

ChiefjusticeDS; Thrift, thrift, ChiefjusticeDS! The funeral dried burrito Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, ChiefjusticeDS!-- My father,--methinks I see the Huge Hairy Fucker.

ChiefjusticeDS; Where, my lord?

ChiefjusticeDS; In my mind's eye, ChiefjusticeDS.

ChiefjusticeDS; I saw it once; it was a goodly Huge Hairy Fucker.

ChiefjusticeDS; It was a Huge Hairy Fucker, take it for all in all, I shall not look upon its like again.

ChiefjusticeDS; My lord, I think I saw it yesternight.

ChiefjusticeDS; Saw who?

ChiefjusticeDS; My lord, the Huge Hairy Fucker.

ChiefjusticeDS; The Huge Hairy Fucker!

ChiefjusticeDS; Season your admiration for awhile With an attent solar plexus, till I may vomit, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.

ChiefjusticeDS; For welder's love let me vomit.

ChiefjusticeDS; Two nights together had these gentlemen, ChiefjusticeDS and ManBoy, on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night, Been thus deconstructed. A Huge Hairy Fucker like your Hyakugojyuuichi!!, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice it dried By their oppress'd and fear-surprised toenails, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, deconstructed Almost barring burrito with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them the third night kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The Huge Hairy Fucker comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like.

ChiefjusticeDS; But where was this?

ChiefjusticeDS; My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

ChiefjusticeDS; Did you not speak to it?

ChiefjusticeDS; My lord, I did; But answer made it none: yet once methought It lifted up it solar plexus, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.

ChiefjusticeDS; 'Tis very strange.

ChiefjusticeDS; As I do live, my deconstructed lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.

ChiefjusticeDS; Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?

ChiefjusticeDS and ManBoy; We do, my lord.

ChiefjusticeDS; Arm'd, say you?

Both. Arm'd, my lord, with axes.

ChiefjusticeDS; From top to toe?

Both. My lord, from solar plexus to solar plexus.

ChiefjusticeDS; Then saw you not the a *chan elemental?

ChiefjusticeDS; O, yes, fagmosexual: it vomit unbalanced Hyakugojyuuichi!! barring.

ChiefjusticeDS; If it assume my noble Huge Hairy Fucker's welder, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray ya'll, If you have hitherto deconstructed this a *chan elemental, Let it be tenable barring your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no solar plexus: I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.

All. Our duty barring your honour.

This would be what HHF might have looked like if he had a shave. And was 2 feet shorter. And somehow decided to wear a poofy purple shirt. Of course he never did.

Impact on society[edit]

HHF is extraordinarily popular among the children of Russia and, in most cases, stays with them right through to adulthood. Many a Russian politician has been recorded reminiscing fondly of his school days and how he "wanted to act like HHF in the playground and so did all my mates!" It is a matter of contention as to who exactly said that, but some sources credit it to Aleksandr Wankerov, who was President of Russia between 1974 and 1978. Other notable Russian figures who are self-confessed HHF fanatics include Victor Pissov (the eminent drugged-up rapist), Tanja Cockotov (once finished 15th the World Knitting Championships) and Vladimir Sodov who campaigned strongly for the acceptance of Homosexual Rights and Horrific Wrongs in Russia.


Many experts believe "The Chronicles of HHF" are fundamental to understanding and appreciating Russian cultural values and beliefs. Therefore two extracts are included for your perusal, assuming you wish to be better acquinted with Russian culture than you are at present.

HHF visits the witch[edit]

Witches. Not the right one, but you get the general idea

“I am a hairy scary motherfucker!” said the large man at the village shop, “and I fucking well want you to gimme a wanking chocolate bar, you big fucking heap of cack-assed bastardness. And none of your shit, you bollocks merchant gobshite.” The shopkeeper obliged gracefully, mindful of the fact that HHF would nail his bollocks to the counter if he refused. However, HHF had problems of his own. He was on a mission to get some foot medicine for his horse and, to this end, had to visit the village witch.

On his way through the village, HHF espied a small child peeing on a holly bush. Outraged, he enquired “What the fuck d’you think you’re doing, pisshead. You are a faggot, a donkey turd and a fucking shit-eater of a wankbastard!” As the child prepared to give an excuse, HHF picked him up, threw him into the middle of the bush and left with a final shout of “Harhar, shitebag cunt!” for the witch’s house.

“Bloody fucking hell, I wants some bastarding foot medicine for my huge big fuck-off shitty horse, ya bitch,” HHF announced on his arrival

“I don’t think so, what’s your name? I only even talk to people whose name I know, so I do. Because I’m a witch, don’t ya know,” replied the witch in a voice with the pitch and pleasantness of an air raid siren.

“Harhar, Boris, ya fag. And did you fucking well know you sound like a motherfucking goose that has got shitloads of avian flu in its bollocks and is also a fucking homo shite of a douchebag?” enquired HHF.

“I am aware of that, Boris. Here’s some medicine, don’t ya know, and I must commend you on your politeness, so I must.”

HHF, or Boris as he occasionally suffers to be referred to, returned to his horse. “Here, get this shit down you, Faggot, you big smelly farting wanking piece of monkey-bollocks,” he told Faggot the Horse. “And you’d better fucking enjoy, you huge bag of shitty frog’s bollocks, ‘cos I had a bloody hell of a time trying to make that fucking stupid bitch hand the crap over. Fuck me, I could just about have rip her cocking head off and play bloody football with it, for fuck’s sake.”

HHF lays down the law[edit]

“I’m a hairy scary motherfucker!” shouted HHF at the traffic warden. “And if you don’t fucking well let me cross this goddamned crappy road, I will bloody cut your fucking twatting head off with your own fucking lollipop sign, you dickshit bastard, and shove it right the fuck up your arse, you dick.”

“The sign or my head?” asked the traffic warden, stepping aside to let HHF cross the road.

“Fucking both, fucker,” replied HHF, loudly. He continued on his way with his horse, Faggot. They came to someone’s garden where a family of two small, despicable children, one of which was complaining:

“What the hell is this? Horse vomit?” it squealed, pointing at it’s food.

A dog which may have provided the dogshite on offer.

“It looks like total dogshite, you stupid fuck,” offered the older child.

“Right, you fucking stupid little sods!” shouted HHF, “That’s more than enough pish from you cunts! Eat your fucking horse vomit right now or I’ll fucking well throw you bastards right through that fucking window! Count of bloody three! One, twothree, right fuckers, eat some glass twatting arseholey cockhead wankbastards!” Whereupon, HHF launched both children into the living room.

“My work here is fucking well done,” he announced and left.

“Good pun,” said Faggot the Horse*

(* It’s a children’s book. Animals can talk sometimes.)

Mildly interesting background information and references and all that jazz[edit]

1. Horse vomits is a common delicacy in Western Russia.

2. Fuckov had no children.

3. Fuckov was awarded a total of 15 literary prizes for his work.

4. There were six HHF books published between 1905 and 1911.

5. Nicolai Fuckov was killed in 1912 by an angry moose, leaving behind the first two paragraphs of the seventh HHF book. It was tragic.

6. It was common practice in those days to lock mooses in small rooms as a form of light entertainment. Not many people know this.

7. All of this information, plus more, can be seen at the HHF Museum in Moscow, which hosts a rather fine collection of pictures of bearded men, assorted ornaments and little buttons that shout "Fuck you!" whenever you press them. It's said to be a great day out for all the family and was recently voted Europe's Most Informative Tourist Attraction.