Sunday, November 25, 2007
Like Faithir like Doachter
Wee Junior Miss Snash hus wiped the flair wi the opposition ti win the local Friends i Kinneil Art compo, thus gaun yin better thin her faithir who wis secint in a similar competition run bi African Missionaries it his skill in the mid-Seventies.
The winner is also a BOOB, bit disny like ti brag.
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aye a mind that comp,did you no draw a romin soddy in a mini skirt.
U r confusing the boy Carrier with the boy McGuinness.
I'll box your ears.
Take the register along ti Mrs Peebles.
Here's a half pence for your troubles lad.
You can put it towards your Black Baby money.
Ah, the
Conjugate the verb "Avoir"
(Slap)(Slap)Leave that fkn stop-clock u 'orrible little boy.....excusez-moi? Tu es Francais? Mais, c'est magnificent! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer jeune garçon.
Ah, good old St Marys where else could ye git the belt fur gittin a muck bomb stuck in yur teeth.
Correct me if am wrong bit ur aw these folk no deed.
You're name's Simpson, not Samson.
Deid - bit still watchin u fi the Staff Room windae in the sky laddie!
Cake? Custard? BOTH?
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