Whitey

History
There was once a man. But he wasn't like any other, a stomach to match non-other, arms like Great British Oak trees and hair which could be considered blone (or ginger, Binneh) As the legend goes he joined the cult of Sal's in the latter stages of the eve of 2005 AD. And from since that moment most people have grown to adore thy brother in arms.

This story has been told far among this land, even the hobbits know his name. To begin is like listening to the wind, the trees tell a story a man savaged by rain, gale and sweat. For this man his adventure will never been finished, he battles with the day to day with the angst of Christian Warrior against those who is blinded by his Aryan faith.

The tale begins in a humble pub amongst the howling gale and boggy marshes of the wilderness. The man who drank ale, sat in a corner so dark only his light from the pipe glinting in his eyes. Many folk in the pub knew his man but dared not speak of such persons due to the fable told far along this land. After a few strangers from the storm entered and got settled down into their nights drinking the man appeared and ordered another round of ale for his fellow travelers. They all sat, drank and discussed hunting, land politics and such menial matters to capitative their small important lives. And at that moment came a crack of thunder and a sudden rasp at the door, all the eyes suddenly stopped what they were doing and turned in the direction of the small but distinct noise. And who would come threw that door this eve?

Well it would be.... Celtic cum 2 chek on whitey n smoke sum weeds n pimp da daugthers of da land!!!!! Lets not forget that he may be ginger!