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Flashster
***Glasgow***,
United Kingdom
Posts: 20,455
Premier Member
Enthusiast
23 Jan 2008 20:42 |
Yawwwwwnnnnn....................
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Anthony Apperley
Stirling,
United Kingdom
Posts: 112
Sprint ST (05->)
25 Jan 2008 18:56 |
IT`S all a load of offfel to me
Anthony
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Flashster
***Glasgow***,
United Kingdom
Posts: 20,455
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Enthusiast
25 Jan 2008 20:18 |
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Stevo
Derbyshire,
United Kingdom
Posts: 825
Premier Member
Sprint ST (05->)
25 Jan 2008 21:45 |
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie
.........well somebody had to say it 
Havin a wee dram of Glenmorangie here 
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davy baxter
perth scotland,
United Kingdom
Posts: 36
Speed Triple 955i (99-01)
25 Jan 2008 23:56 |
boak...... foookinng haggis....... tastes like pishhh to me!!
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Narna
In a tent on Eigg,
United Kingdom
Posts: 18,182
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Daytona T595 (97-98)
26 Jan 2008 09:32 |
....I had veggie haggis once at a hotel in Troon, was very nice...
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Flashster
***Glasgow***,
United Kingdom
Posts: 20,455
Premier Member
Enthusiast
26 Jan 2008 09:53 |
[edited]:
 ..........POOF...................
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Anthony Apperley
Stirling,
United Kingdom
Posts: 112
Sprint ST (05->)
30 Jan 2008 16:12 |
Burns
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,
Stert workin like a gentle breeze.
But soon the puddin' wi the sauncie face,
Will have ye blawin' all ower the place.
Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,
A'bodys gonnae have tae pay.
Even if ye try to stifle,
It's like a bullet oot a rifle.
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair,
Tae try and stop the leakin' air.
Shift yersel frae cheek tae cheek,
Pray tae God it doesny reek.
But aw yer efforts go assunder,
Oot it comes - a clap o' thunder.
Ricochets aroon the room,
Michty me, a sonic boom!
God almighty it fairly reeks,
Hope I huvnae pooed ma breeks!
Tae the loo I better scurry,
Aw who cares, its no ma worry.
A'body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin.
I'll feel better for a while,
Cannae help but raise a smile.
"Wis him!" I shout with accusin' glower,
Alas too late, he's just keeled ower!
"Ye dirty thing!" they shout and stare,
I don't feel welcome any mair.
Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,
Sounds like just the job fur me.
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty,
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty!!!
Have`t got a bloody clue what this is all about.
Anthony
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