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*** yir ******* skids outta m'ah 'uckin feece! god i love that place, glasgow is like birmingham of the north...   a rotten scow to nowhere, unless it be a place that spoke: deep-fried mars bar for breakfast - you scurvy worth of the tangled sailor! **** gods took to the twallop, and i takes me to the rool ups!        got a bargain with a shrimp you belfast *****            my **** you 'av! next time they sing: sweet dover, i'll have you marrying the ***** cult of: shard!    ye storm ah heed! **** me an' timber twice: V fooking eye of ye, hire-crane! ******** twice,    three times removed the drunk... huh?!    it's all plus minus with me by now...          ha ha! had a cousin, didn't say why, cursed & numbed the cuss words like a nun ought to know why...   so i says me:      lingua the leash - earn the ir - softspot for the tucker-jacks and the irish lepers: shauns they called them...          he he... look at me:   all smug and waiting for brussel sprouts out the paan tree... what's with these wallaby terms?     panchree? panna quinoa, panna cotta? ******* as clingy as those pepsoowongs, or wangs or pepsoos. as the english queers say    F F Θ, but then pull out a churchill - and vey v girman vey such & such... they and way become indistinguishable - churchie and the welsh abbey become one and the same with either V as "peace", or the V and the welsh longbowmen **** you...        v'eh point... wayward: too soon...    vuck!     wook?        wookie?       va va voom!            woonder-brum, brimming, bra bra bra... ha ha ha...     dried it all off with the giggles... then it became apparent: the man settled for the dozen, whether it was a dozen of ostriches, hyenas,    bunches of lychee,        leaks,                bulgarian strippers - or worse...    a dozen of english rhetoricians, notably gay;                      **** what a gamble.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
glaswegian dublíneesh
*** yir ******* skids outta m'ah 'uckin feece! god i love that place, glasgow is like birmingham of the north...   a rotten scow to nowhere, unless it be a place that spoke: deep-fried mars bar for breakfast - you scurvy worth of the tangled sailor! **** gods took to the twallop, and i takes me to the rool ups!        got a bargain with a shrimp you belfast *****            my **** you 'av! next time they sing: sweet dover, i'll have you marrying the ***** cult of: shard!    ye storm ah heed! **** me an' timber twice: V fooking eye of ye, hire-crane! ******** twice,    three times removed the drunk... huh?!    it's all plus minus with me by now...          ha ha! had a cousin, didn't say why, cursed & numbed the cuss words like a nun ought to know why...   so i says me:      lingua the leash - earn the ir - softspot for the tucker-jacks and the irish lepers: shauns they called them...          he he... look at me:   all smug and waiting for brussel sprouts out the paan tree... what's with these wallaby terms?     panchree? panna quinoa, panna cotta? ******* as clingy as those pepsoowongs, or wangs or pepsoos. as the english queers say    F F Θ, but then pull out a churchill - and vey v girman vey such & such... they and way become indistinguishable - churchie and the welsh abbey become one and the same with either V as "peace", or the V and the welsh longbowmen **** you...        v'eh point... wayward: too soon...    vuck!     wook?        wookie?       va va voom!            woonder-brum, brimming, bra bra bra... ha ha ha...     dried it all off with the giggles... then it became apparent: the man settled for the dozen, whether it was a dozen of ostriches, hyenas,    bunches of lychee,        leaks,                bulgarian strippers - or worse...    a dozen of english rhetoricians, notably gay;                      **** what a gamble.
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Sep 21, 2017
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