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An auld fukced Injun...
White Man come from Fort. Take two moons to get home...
Ring! Ring!
"Good afternoon... Glen Clova Hotel."
"Hello. This is Mr Clelland. I was due to meet friends there for lunch but my Injun is completely fecked."
"Do you have a reservation, Sir?"
"Naw. Just a normal hoose"
If anyone has seen the whereabouts of this said item
Contact the Lochy Bar on 1-800 mazdafelloot
Cowboy shot conrod through aforementioned "injun" casing, not much chance of holding onto any oil with a big hole in ma injun.
I'm fae the Semolina tribe
We are dessert people
Aye, but General Custard sorted you lot out
Al
Jings Ah thocht I'd trawled the depths in the gag stakes here