bilbo baggins, burglar.

that's it, duders.
if you can't hang out with hobbits,
then you can't hang out with me.
real talk.
i'm reppin' my block like a straight-up gangster,
and my block is mutha-F*ing Bag End, son.
recognize.
it's safe to say, without hyperbole, that i'm 'bout it 'bout it,
and i'm more than excited,
and i'm beyond ready to have my brains blown clear out of my skull,
with a sideswiped mindwipe chaser,
by the hobbit.
i love movies about nerd books almost as much as i love nerd books.
what can i tell y'all?
i'm gaytarded for that sh!t.
sooooo hard, an' that.
find me a goblin, a troll, an orc, and a wizard,
and i'm there early, ninja.
believe it.
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soooo, neighbors,
you know i doo-doo that dwarven dopeness from the earth in the middle.
but have i been boning up and honing my infinite natural nerd powers?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
don't be dumb.
just check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
the last homely house,
on the last lonely mountain.
it's all really happening,
even the land-of-make-believe jauns.
and you'd better be about it,
or be prepared to accept the alternative-
which is to be a little b!tchbag.
sometimes,
the adventure chooses you.
there's some kind of poetic lesson in there somewhere;
never quiet, never soft.....