Chatterbox Wednesday

So we're aw doon the Prancin Pony, rabbit stew for lunch (4 stars by the way).

Some of the Hobbiton Young Team have been hittin the bevvy pretty hard, gettin a bit lippy, likes, and this jakey-lookin boy comes over tae me and says, in a dead posh voice, "Your companions seem to be drawing attention to themselves"

Now ah'm in a pretty good mood and away tae tell the radge tae fuckin calm doon, but wee Tooky's heard him and come over and glessed the cunt. Nae need - but you huv tae back up yer mates, likes.

Anyweys, it aw kicks off, a couple ay thon black rider cunts have joined in and chibbed Froddz, stole his ring 'n aw!


So we aw end up doon Ronnie's hoose, and Gandalf's pure rageing but ah'm sticking up for the boys here - "How the fuck were we supposed tae ken the hippy fucker wis actually the King?" ah challenged them - and although they looked a bit biscuit-ersed, ah think they kent ah wis in the right.