"Ouchy, ouchy, ouch, ouch!" are the first words of someone who is very hungover. Obviously they say it much quieter than I can write it. First proper beast of a hangover that I've had in yonks but I'm not complaining, worth it for the ale! Hurray for ale! Obviously, being almost always under the influence of some form of alcohol means that I usually have pretty good recall of an average night out. From this one, I clearly remember a lass...Carlotta or some other such name. Nice enough lass, bit young though...think I may have corrupted her a bit. Oh well! By her age I were so corrupted I didn't know what innocence meant....anyway, we obviously had a bit of an ale fest. She was so inexperienced bless her. I remember her twin or sister or someone came along, Dolores, she started drinking...more corruption from the infamous Sefa. Rinni popped along for a bit as well.
Anyway, the fun were just begining when I decided to go on a "burley man hunt". However appealing this sounds, it ended in the innevitable disaster. I remember trying to chat up one of the guards on the Bree gates. He was giving me an evil look so eventually I left him. I remember staggering off to this muddy ditch place, it were about three hours to dawn at this point. I ended up face down in the mud but I'm not entirely sure how that happened - I'm guessing me pixie minions had another revolution and tripped me up. Then the talking started. I don't even know what I were talking about...ale, hats and barfights no doubt. Anyway, I DO remember what I were talking to...a dead frog...lovely. I also remember that I passed out about two hours after dawn, meaning that I must have been talking to this dead frog for FIVE HOURS! I mean...five hours of my life spent lying in a muddy ditch and talking to a dead frog....pretty sure I may have kissed it as well but let's not go into that.
I woke up with a rat crawling all over me - and I HATE rats. Especially after that incident with the rats, a rabbit, me and a bucket of milk...horrible much. Also, me frog were nowhere in sight...I have a feeling I may have eaten it...
The moral of the story is - frogs are not good conversation partners, you shouldn't corrupt young folk and ditches are not the most hygenic of places to spend a night....
