The Lord of the ... What ? Blogophitosal is also fluent !

The world is changed, I feel it in the beer, I feel it in the pub, I smell it from my armpit ... Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

Obviously this is not the beginning of world famous lord of the rings as we only speak about Clement GoodHair sobriety.

It began with the birth of the Great Drafts, so long time ago in one of the green hills of Irish'hicks.

Three kinds were given to the Catholics, immortal, wisest... More virgin of all beings. Seven to the Scotish Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And Nine...nine rings were gifted to the race of Rugby-Men who, above all else, desire apéro.

But they were all of them deceived.

In the land of Toulouse, in the fields of Rugby, the fool Lord GoodHair find a Master Drink that we call now Whisky, one drink to surpass all others. And within this drink he lost his sobriety, his intelligence and his will to dominate his life. From these dark day, the story is famous in all the town, in all the tavern and this m**** fuck*** s*** of a **tch hide in Bordeaux to escape to his destiny ! Many people are looking for him, seeking over the north (Montauban) but none has found his secret keep. This potion which can make you loose all your sense, make you f*** tuna or tart, this potion you only can see with snapchat when GoodHair want to show his muscle and his infirmity want to return to those who want it more than every other potion. Women, Women so easily drunk, called "poulettes" are alway stopped by the GoodHair and the BadHair.

History became legend...legend became myth.

And for two and a half thousand years the
            Ring passed out of all knowledge.

Oh shit I pasted it without corrected, whatever, french are bullshit they will not understand anything of this shitty story. Go fuck yourself assholes.

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