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Post by spamheid on Nov 10, 2010 10:54:47 GMT
A nice wee sheep, a bonny wee sheep Is bonny wee Woolly MacRae I chased her through the turnips and pursued her up the brae I caught her in the cornfield and I got my end away I am a pervert, and my name is Wullie McLay. The very first time I shagged a sheep, I was awfy young I trapped her in the cowshed and we rolled among the dung I gave that sheep a nice wee kiss, but I didnae use ma tongue I am a pervert, and I have a song to be sung. So every day I choose a sheep And I chase her up the glen I have my evil way with her in the local but n' ben Ma tadger smells of lanolin, but only now and then I'm off down the farmyard, tae try ma luck wi' a hen.
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Post by Barry Hodges on Nov 10, 2010 11:25:59 GMT
A charming wee Border Balled o' the type wee Rabbie might have wrote, had yon auld radge had a spare moment between chasing the birds and talking tae haggises an' mice.
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Post by rikkimezis on Nov 10, 2010 15:54:41 GMT
Me thinkest that thou wouldest best be moved to New Zealand for there the national sport is sheep shaggin.
I even heard they have special auctions where one may bid on a sweet and pretty woolly
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Just Fred
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I'm NOT senile!
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Post by Just Fred on Nov 11, 2010 18:38:39 GMT
There's someone Scotch in the next door ward. He has very hairy legs and he smears faeces on the wall. I wouldn't mind so much if he used his own but he keeps trying to get into the cubicle with me. I have complained to the Captain but he won't do anything about it and says I am a racialist.
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