Right...I've been in a bit of a bad spot lately. No more late night binge drinking while watching terrible movies for me...

So you fuckers wanna hear a bloody good tale, huh? Okay. I've got a story, siddown and let me tell you a tale.

So one time, me and one of my geese were at a club, not a bar, a club. He and I were having a good time, dancing, a little talking, and maybe a night together. He was one of the more pretty looking members of my flock, and definitely one I had my eye on once or twice. Raph something or another, handsome blond haired man, had some Frog blood in him but was born and raised in Jolly ole London Town.

Well skipping a pretty good night out, as we were preparing to leave, seems some jackasses got into a bar fight right near us. We were prepared to leave until some fucker threw a shit, legit, he took a log of shit in his hand, and threw it at the guy he was fighting.

I think he was definitely on heroine, he had the coked out eyes. Well it nearly got my nice silver hair turned brown.

So before I knew what had happened, I had smashed a beer bottle over his face, then grabbed a lighter. As they're wont to do when you combine Mr. Alcohol and Mrs. Fire, he went up in flames.