decided to quickly take off the ever-shrinking jumper and give it to her as it was cutting off the blood supply to his....
And it'll clash we yir yellow drawers, hiv ye no taste wumin, but Lachie.......
Don't wrestle with pigs, you just get all dirty and the pig enjoys it.
decided to quickly take off the ever-shrinking jumper and give it to her as it was cutting off the blood supply to his....
Why be a hard rock when you really are a gem!
shirt, which had now started popping its' buttons causing a stinging sensation against his......
one remaining chest hair, "oh no not again" thought Lachie, damned if I am going to lose that last one, with one deft move he ripped the shirt from his chest and flung it at Morag, with a startled cry she....
Why be a hard rock when you really are a gem!
...jumped over the upturned chair and karate chopped the flying garments before they hit the...
She was not quite what you would call refined, she was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot. Mark Twain
set the carpet alight, lachie, LACHIE, do something, quick as a flash he..........
he stripped off, bent over, passed wind and blew e flames rite.............
A good hug often helps
eeeee, Lachie, fit every chule's been say an is troo, Caithnass has got plenty of wind tae be harnessed, said Morag in hushed tones........
after lachie had a big feed o beans n beer
Aye, now I ken fit foulk wer talk n aboot in e owld days - aboot buildan a windbreak...... Morag stared at Lachie wi a strange look com an o'er her faice.......
an she said , look yeve done it now e went an killed e canary way e stink
There must be natural gas floow n then Morag..... we'll strike hid lucky yet shouted Lachie........
an lachie lit a fag an blew e windows an doors oot
"Lachie !" screamed Morag, ye ve got ash all o'er my guid curtins......
"Woman, who cares about the curtains! We're onto a goldmine here." And with that, he dashed for the door...
She was not quite what you would call refined, she was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot. Mark Twain
but the door was 100 yards up the road getting farther away by the second
Lachie felt a loud rumbling in his bowg......
Don't wrestle with pigs, you just get all dirty and the pig enjoys it.
an blew the whole damn house down.
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