Howye fokes! How is things? I’ve no dout that the more cultured a ye what do be readen me collum will be fimilar with the Annual Nag Gag Simposium what’s open ta everyone so long as yer a ass or a jinnit or something along them breeds. The contestints spend the weekend tellen joaks, funny stories and the like and then on the last night the best contestints is picked ta go inta the grand final where the overall winner with the most amusen and original story is picked. Anyways, fer the very furst time this year’s simposium was held beyont in Slasher’s Bar (and Grill).

Now, the animal called The Champ, what was tipped ta win the final, was a proper show off alltagather and had all us annoyed goen on about how hillarious he was and how he’d won the title fer 5 years runnen and how his victory was in the nose-bag fer sure. I’ll tell ya, he just loved ta hear himself brayen and could talk the hind-legsa a donkey fer sure.

Which in fact is just what the ejjit did. And before hoofen it outa town from the sheer boredom a the constant whinnyen, the sed hind-legs told everyone the very joak what The Champ had up his sleeve fer the grand final - so by the time he told it up on the stage it was no longer original and was rendered null and vide. Which put a bita a dampner on the night cos everyone had been saven their belly laffs fer the final and now there was no grate joak ta gaffaw or heehaw at. But then, next thing ya know, didn’t MadDogTed shout up “It just goes ta show ye fokes - a mule and his funny is soon parted!”

Well, the place errupted fer sure and that’s how, fer the furst time ever, a humble little teddy bear – with no horsey connection whatsoever - won the the Annual Nag Gag Simposium.

Be seein ya

GallantTed

PS anyone want ta buy a year's supplya oat n apple flavoured straw? Unwanted prize. Goen cheep. Apply within.