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Scotty in the Battle of Bannockburn 1314.

We wur a' lined up fur battle facing th' foe a' tooled up wi' swords 'n' axes 'n' bows 'n' arrows 'n' a' eager tae git oan wi' it eyeing they opposite us shouting oot abuse gesturing wi' oor fingers at thaim feared up wi' whit armour we hud if ony sensing th' nerves biting at ye wee fears at th' back o' yer mynd nipping at ye lik' yer guidwife back hame bit ye push it awa' getting yersel' fired up hearing Rabbie th' Bruce giein' ye a' th' speech then ye realise a' o' a sudden yi''ll need tae pee- a' th' heavy haes gaen thro' ye 'n' is bursting tae git oot then o' a sudden ye hear a loud shout 'n' tis stairted 'n' tis a' systems gang 'n' thus as ah run tae th' future sword swinging ah sense th' pish flow.
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TerryCollett
78 / M
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Mar 18, 2021
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