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haggis fishing by scotty McScottscott

so am sittin in me wee haggis fishing boat o me spot in between scottish sea number 2 and scottish sea number 4 (they reli shud think of a name 4 tht sea) and am minding me own business thinkin bot me bonny lasses wid pubic hair down 2 their knees! nd am thinkin my i sure wudah liked 2 giv tha mageret thatcher a seeing too! nd all of a sudden out of the depths of the 3 ft deep blue sea comes this giganto-normus Aiooga which 4 those sheep bangin bastards hoo dnt know, is like a cross between miss Sanderson and a lobster. it woz all the colors you can imagine. and 2, which u cannay imagine. So its comin 2wards me @ aboot 40 knots. You see if i were irish i wud b cackin me we tight pants rite boot now. But am scottish, so a were jus scared. so its comin 2ward me faster than a lynx-badger. so wot do i do? Take me oar, and SPANKO got tha basard rite on the left nostril with me oar! then a sat bk nd sed !hugh!

So now am sittin in me wee haggis fishin boot, stranded in between scottish sea number 2 and 4, WITH ONLY 1 OAR! so wot doo a do? i rip off me shirt, adrenaline pumpin a dive in2 the icy cold depths of the scottish channel (known 2 u bastards as the mediteranian), swim doon 2 the angry legend seashe they call andoulooloo and a spattard him propa! ripped me oar frm his backside nd scatterd like a giant donkey with a jetpack!

So now am sittin in me wee haggis fishin boot, calmly listenin 2 the tunes on me mechanical bagpipes (or as u donkey tossers call it, ipod) am sittin there wid me 3 ftter rod and me 11 ftter rod, tht makes a 15ftter rod! and all of a sudden i hear a voice tht sent a chill down me wee sottish backbone. It sed 2 me, "special delivery!!!!" Now this freaked me out gd and propa! So i shout 2 the heavens, "HOO ARE YOU, WOT DO U WNT?!!!" then, the voice came agen, "special delivery!!!!" so then am on edge. i hear a sniff behind me, so i swivvel round like donkeykong! and there on a silver plate woz an ANGUS BURGER, held by a strange man, covered in odd red lumps with a hat saying, "BK" So i stare @ the massive ball of greae in front of me, and then i lk @ the burger. and i sed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" twas pure poetry! the wee bastard shat himself nd fell out the boat 2 b prey 2 the vicous dolphins. leavin the plate of juicy meat 4 me 2 put on me hook nd catch sum bastard Aioogas, they love it.

So now am sittin in me wee haggis fishin boot, relaxin nd reminiscin on me days wen i were a leper. I used 2 sit on the street and shout frm me blanket, Spare a rupee 4 a leper? oh tha wer the day! i lovd it. Then this hairy bastard came in a big rag nd sum shitty sandals, the cheeky semen's name woz jesus, apparently he wer famous or sumin but i nva saw him on any hippy music chnls u see. Then he came @ me, i got reddy 2 do some of me fabled Soduko on him but he woz 2 quick. He smothered me with his big hands and said 2 me, you are healed. That woz y days in the leper society over Now i hav 2 skip around saying spare a penny 4 an ex-leper, and wot doo people say, they say "fuck you hobo!" coz u see i woz campin out in this part of scotland 3 called america, nd they donnay even no wt a leper is there! coz they're not PURE BRED SCOTTSMENISMS LIKE ME {proud pose}