We are what we must.
"Soon we are forgotten. But sooner comes the day we die." - Ceaser
Gandalf's Journal.
Day one: Dear diary, i'm in the Shire. Everybody's friendly here, no one is reporting any crime.
Day two: I believe Bilbo is hiding something from me. And Frodo has this strange fire in his eyes. But maybe it's from the Ale. I told him it was too strong for a fucker like him.
Day three: My suspicions were correct! Bilbo was hiding the One Ring in his back pocket! - note to self - Get a freakin' metal detector next time. This is terible. The ring must be destroyed. But how?! ...
PS. I wasright. Frodo is a little pussy and can't hold his liquor.
Day four: I can't think without the "magic" herb that the Elves gave me. I'm burried in shit loads of dusty, smelly old books and my candles are melting in numbers. Better go to Elf town and get my herbs and candles...
Day five: I'm back at the Shire. Frodo is drunk like a bitch again and can't find the door. Sam on the other hand is pretty nifty in shitting infront of people's windows. I caught him trying to shit over Bilbo's window. The little fucker! I'm taking him and Frodo to Elf town for the fancy re-egucational program they have there.
Day six. Okay! Now i'm reaally pissed. Tose hobbits are a bigger pain in the ass then i thought. Frodo and Sam met up with Mery and Pipin, who were again stoned out of their heads and pretended that death was chasing them with a sicle thru the weed fields. Honestly! Those two junkies need to cut it down a little. After the four of them had fun rolling down cliffs for about an hour they Gang banged a Dread Knight of Mordor and now Pimp Saruman sent his guards out to rape them. Those fucks need to die...
===============================================================
I was just feeling particulary stupid :)
Well i'll go on some other time. Now! Time for some beer.
Buh-bye and have a bloody night...
Gandalf's Journal.
Day one: Dear diary, i'm in the Shire. Everybody's friendly here, no one is reporting any crime.
Day two: I believe Bilbo is hiding something from me. And Frodo has this strange fire in his eyes. But maybe it's from the Ale. I told him it was too strong for a fucker like him.
Day three: My suspicions were correct! Bilbo was hiding the One Ring in his back pocket! - note to self - Get a freakin' metal detector next time. This is terible. The ring must be destroyed. But how?! ...
PS. I wasright. Frodo is a little pussy and can't hold his liquor.
Day four: I can't think without the "magic" herb that the Elves gave me. I'm burried in shit loads of dusty, smelly old books and my candles are melting in numbers. Better go to Elf town and get my herbs and candles...
Day five: I'm back at the Shire. Frodo is drunk like a bitch again and can't find the door. Sam on the other hand is pretty nifty in shitting infront of people's windows. I caught him trying to shit over Bilbo's window. The little fucker! I'm taking him and Frodo to Elf town for the fancy re-egucational program they have there.
Day six. Okay! Now i'm reaally pissed. Tose hobbits are a bigger pain in the ass then i thought. Frodo and Sam met up with Mery and Pipin, who were again stoned out of their heads and pretended that death was chasing them with a sicle thru the weed fields. Honestly! Those two junkies need to cut it down a little. After the four of them had fun rolling down cliffs for about an hour they Gang banged a Dread Knight of Mordor and now Pimp Saruman sent his guards out to rape them. Those fucks need to die...
===============================================================
I was just feeling particulary stupid :)
Well i'll go on some other time. Now! Time for some beer.
Buh-bye and have a bloody night...