pissed off

[haldir]

just had a gash week - so far. ma bairns r greetin, ma ex is bleatin - whit shud a dae?

(by the way for those who think dialect is passe - this is for real)

 

[NoJo]

But didja pipe the haggis? Eh? I mean burrrrrrrns necht?

 

[Guest]

Is there a moose a loose aboot yer hoose? If sooo, me laddio, take it out on him, the pesky wee vermin.

 

[NoJo]

You fucking did it there, lou. Now he's well pissed off.

 

[Guest]

Eep! Maybe I should make him some porridge?

Haldir? Mate? Um... Whiskey?

 

[matriarch]

just had a gash week - so far. ma bairns r greetin, ma ex is bleatin - whit shud a dae?

(by the way for those who think dialect is passe - this is for real)

Room for another pissed off Brit ????? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

 

[Wildcard Ky]

You'uns art to gonta da likker cabnit an fetch yerself sum far water. Dat'll make ya ferget yer cares.

 

[Guest]

Was it that Kilroy programme? C'mon, was it?

 

[TheEarl]

just had a gash week - so far. ma bairns r greetin, ma ex is bleatin - whit shud a dae?

(by the way for those who think dialect is passe - this is for real)

Aw shite man, you shud nae worry aboot usin dialect. I've got the scoob what you're saying.

Good luck with the kid and the lady mate. Hope the next week's better.

The Earl

 

[TheEarl]

Re: Re: pissed off

Room for another pissed off Brit ????? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

There's a pissed Brit here. Does that count?

The drubnk Earl

 

[hotchkiss]

Divent worry Marra, shite happens ter thor bestorus from time te time. Gan canny an keep yer timmer in bonny lad!

Ex pat durhamite of kent!

Shit happens deal with it as best you can and move on mate!!


H.K.

 

[rosco rathbone]

och, the puir wee laddie, he's fallen intae the brambles

 

[nushu2]

For Robbie Burns day....

Address To A Haggis


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!

 

[haldir]

Thanks to you all - you cheered me up no end

Tatelou - porridge and whisky? Well why not! You are too kind and last night it was a "Braw, bricht moonlit nicht".

Sub - naw a never piped the haggis - I et the fucker!

Mat - grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 2 u 2

Hotchkiss - ta ma loon.

Earl - need to buy ye a bevy sometime man

 

[NoJo]

och, the puir wee laddie, he's fallen intae the brambles

Great Snakes!