Ja-nee Frikkie - Totterkop

Long ago in a distant land, ok it's Brakpan, lived an oke called Frikkie and one Saturday he sat with the manne in a bar watching the rugby. After seven or eight Cokes, with some brannes added to the ice cubes Frikkie got a plan in his head. First he shouted "go bokke", go bokke, then he went to the bathroom then he ordered another Coke with the funny tasting ice cubes when he come back then he picked up the moerse stuk biltong he got as a gift from the Oom who went to Limpopo to shoot a kudu T bone steak to gooi on the braaivleis but instead shoot the eland because of the blerry sitbok there in the middle of the dirt road. Anyways, Frikkie was not wanting to chew on the moerse stuk biltong like a blue bull on the lion pitch so he reached into his short to pull out sy knipmessie that his Oupa brought back from the Voortrekker War but instead, at the same time he pulled out his totterkop as well. Now there are mirrors at the bar and when frikkie is turning to counter he sees himself in the mirror, he sees that lekker stukkie biltong by his Coke with the funny tasting ice cubes in it and then he see it, moving. Without thought, from the moer van a skok Frikke reacted like the armed response securities with the disco lights on the roof of the cars he hit the totterkop with his knipmessie that he also pull out of his short, he klap it on instinct sommer een-twee-drie but instead of shout "go bokke", go bokke, when the klaps land he shout something else, not very nice words to describe the goose's kittens, then he scream, very loudly but not for the bokke. Legend says that if you stand in front of a mirror on a Saturday during a bokke rugby spel, go bokke, with a Coke in your one hand, not forgetting the ice cubes with the funny brannes taste, and you hold moerse stuk biltong from the Limpopo from where you went to shoot a kudu T bone steak to gooi on the braaivleis in your two hand and you look into the mirror and say "totterkop" drie keer then Frikkie will show up langs jou and PK you for being a doos sonder your knipmessie in pocket of your short. True story, ja-nee.