Marc James Small wrote:
> snip<
I have to apologize beforhand - but - continuing in this vein, here's a
joke that follows this thread. Will offend sheep & some Scots....
A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.
Old Man:
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how
well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me
own two hands. Piled it for months. But do they call me
McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo.."
Then the old man gestured at the bar.
"Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I
planed that
surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me
own hard
labour, for eight days. But do they call me
McGregor-the-Bar-builder?
Nooo..."
Then the old man points out the window.
"Eh, Laddy, look out to sea. Do ya see that pier that stretches
out as far
as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I
nailed it board by board. But do they call me
McGregor-the-Pier-Builder?
Nooo...
"
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no
one is paying attention.
"But ya fuck one goat . . . "
> And ye're all a boonch o' bluidy Sassanachs, the lot of ye! It's Scots
> Gaelic -- not the degenerate twaddle of Ireland -- and it means "never did a
> man die without someone being grateful". Of course, the Highlanders are
> specialists in this and give quantity discount for slaughter, robbery,
> rapine, and sheep debaucheries. (Q: Why do Highlanders wear kilts? A:
> Zippers scare the sheep.)
>
> Marc
>
> msmall@roanoke.infi.net FAX: +540/343-7315
> Cha robh bas fir gun ghras fir!
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