- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
Looks awfy like the face he pit oan jist afore he lamped his ain heed wi a pint gless doon the Red Lion beer gairdin, blood n stitches ivrywhaur. Blood fae his brew, stitches o laughter fae me n Davy H, till the ambulance came.
COW PIE pit that oan a roll Lorne.
Looks awfy like the face he pit oan jist afore he lamped his ain heed wi a pint gless doon the Red Lion beer gairdin, blood n stitches ivrywhaur. Blood fae his brew, stitches o laughter fae me n Davy H, till the ambulance came.
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