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GoldenRodDog



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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 12:20 pm    Post subject: Scottish Monster Joke.  

One day Hamish sees Angus in the street and calling him over asks, "Hello Angus, whatever happened to that bonny lassie you were gonna marry?"

Angus shudders visibly and replies, "You mean the one with the 38 - 24 - 34 figure, perfect skin, red hair and the green eyes. The fashion Model, is that who you mean?"

"Aye what happened to her? She was totally devoted to you with an insatiable sexual appetite." Hamish looks at Angus, roughly dressed and shakes his head again.

Angus sighs, "Oh! Moira, the heiress of a whiskey distillery and the father who offered me a fifty percent share when I married his daughter. Plus all the whiskey me and my friends could drink."

Hamish blinks and getting annoyed almost shouts, "Aye her, why did you ever leave her?"

Angus turns pale and whispering low in a somber voice says, "She put sugar in the porridge."

Hamish hugs his friend and exclaims, "Och! She was a monster!"
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Tearlach



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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:31 pm    Post subject:  

My grandfather died at a whisky distilery. He fell in a vat of whisky and drowned. The coroner's verdict was suicide, as he got out six times to go to the toilet. :roll: :twisted:
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Silvador



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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:58 pm    Post subject:  

Tearlach wrote: My grandfather died at a whisky distilery. He fell in a vat of whisky and drowned. The coroner's verdict was suicide, as he got out six times to go to the toilet. :roll: :twisted: now that was funny.
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