scottishpoet wrote:
> I never wrote a line of poetry in my life!!
Every sentence from a scot's mouth is brutal poetry...
A Scotsman and a wee girl were standing at a busstop, and the girl says,
"Excuse me mister, what d' ye wear under yeh Kilt?"
The scotsman says, "why don't ye go under and find oot fer y'sel?"
So the little girl ducks her head under, and then back out with a look of
horror on her face. "Ooh mister, it's gruesome!"
"Aye, an' I teel ye' what lassie, it just groo some more!"