Sore Of His Ring

Juicelog Sun 130108: My recent attempts to silence the gossip mongers and the tittle-tattle circulars has proved to be futile and fruityless. Amongst the many slurs that have been directed at me, include the story of Pudz being described as the lord of my ring. With the need to refute these yellow whispers, I took some corrective action by firmly locking a ring onto one of Pudz’s finger. When he complained that he was unable to remove the ring from the third finger on his left hand, I thought he was mucking about. Pudz then proceeded to show me that his finger had swollen and that the ring was trapped.

We had a go with using hand lotion, babyoil, liquid soap, a plaster and iced cold water to see if we could get the ring off and it still wouldn’t budge. It was like someone somewhere was trying to tell us that the ring should not be removed at all. After a little twisting and turning with the pliers we finally managed to pry it off and now I’ve got a new piece of jewellery.