Oh what a night
The bar is just a mess. We had 27 very rowdy patrons last night watching a pumpkin game last night. You don't know what a pumpkin game is?? Oh dear. Well, that wesley fellow -- I still can't rush him off, a very persistent gent -- tells me it's similar to a game called hockey played in that United States place he keeps talking about.
Anyway, they spilled a barrel of my best 1420 all over the floor and kept demanding waffles. I don't make waffles! What happened to ordering some nice tasty Balrog Wings with a side dish of Orc Sauce?
I have to get off the computer now. Nob keeps insisting on checking hocket, I mean hockey, scores on the Internet. I really need for wesley to be on his way. He's a terrible influence on my Nob. I wonder if he's that Bill Ferny in disguise?
Anyway, they spilled a barrel of my best 1420 all over the floor and kept demanding waffles. I don't make waffles! What happened to ordering some nice tasty Balrog Wings with a side dish of Orc Sauce?
I have to get off the computer now. Nob keeps insisting on checking hocket, I mean hockey, scores on the Internet. I really need for wesley to be on his way. He's a terrible influence on my Nob. I wonder if he's that Bill Ferny in disguise?