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.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

aye a mind that comp,did you no draw a romin soddy in a mini skirt.

Wullie Power said...

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.

Mr P Mahon said...

Ah, the

Tommy CannING (not Cannon) said...

Conjugate the verb "Avoir"

The Indefatigable Johnny Hyde said...

(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.

Anonymous said...

Ah, good old St Marys where else could ye git the belt fur gittin a muck bomb stuck in yur teeth.

Anonymous said...

Correct me if am wrong bit ur aw these folk no deed.

William Wood (Woodwork Dept) said...

You're name's Simpson, not Samson.

Gallagher, Maths said...

Deid - bit still watchin u fi the Staff Room windae in the sky laddie!

Mrs McDonald said...

Cake? Custard? BOTH?