Lord of the Pints

There should be a drinking contest for dorks somewhere called Lord of the Pints.

These are the kinds of thoughts that distract me while I wait for Friday to be over.  That and wishing I ate 7 meals a day, accompanied by appropriate ales.

Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop 'til nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Aragorn: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
[Aragorn turns and walks off in disgust]
Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.