As The Sheep Baaaaaaaaahs

Care to say anything, anyone?

Billy: ::painting Dom's nails:: Where the hell is Andy with that muffin?

Dom: Dunno, Bills. Oi, you missed a spot.

Andy: ::walks in with a muffin, smoking::

If you really want to say something...

Dom: Why am I here exactly, Doodle?

Elijah: Well, since I can't have a real baby with Herbie, and since Billy's kid isn't mine... I don't think anyway, we decided that I should have a baby anyway.

Dom: Right. By donating sperm. But that doesn't explain why the fuck I'm here.

If you feel like commenting on more of our madness...

Andy: Bleedin' hell, do we even know who Orli's marrying?

Dom: I've no idea. He wouldn't say.

Billy: I thought we'd decided last night it was probably Bernard?

If you feel the need to comment on our insanity for Tig 5, you can do it here. Though I don't know why you'd want to. We're just amusing ourselves.

Hello, love. I'll let you make a separate post for people to comment in. Should we add that into the user info, that you can't comment on here?

Anyway...

Dom: Do we really have to go to the party? I don't want to spend the night with two pregnant blokes.

Elijah: Shh! Billy will hear you. I don't want him trying to throw Herbie at you again.

Dom: Sorry about that. I thought he'd throw a shoe or something, not a fuckin' farm animal.

Here's the four tigs we've done previously. They're silly, they're pointless, they're crack. But they're fun:

Tig One, or: The Sexual History of the Fellowship


Tig Two, or: Billy's Pregnant and Wants a Damn Muffin


Tig Three, or: The Sexual Preferences of Dom and Billy (starring pink nail polish and eye patches) NOTE: This one doesn't necessarily go entirely along with the verse we've been doing, but it still has some elements the same, and it's still a crack tig


Tig Four, or: Elijah and Herbie Are in the Closet