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Old Scottish man |
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| A scottish old timer in scotland, in a bar, talks to a young man. old man: "lad, look out there to the field. do yaw 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? nook." then the old man gestured at the bar. "look here at the bar. do yaw see how smooth and just it is? i planed that surface down by me own aching' back. i carved that wood with me own hard labor, for eight days. but do they call me mcgregor-the-bar-builder? nook..." then the old man points out the window. "eh, lady, look out to sea. do yaw 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? nook... " then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention. "but yaw f*** one sheep . . . " |
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