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| 98867 | 2002-11-16 02:44:00 | Human Facial Mutilation news.bbc.co.uk |
Baldy (26) | ||
| 98868 | 2002-11-16 03:17:00 | Tis a worry indeed!!! Must be bit frightening to look at yourself each morning and wonder which person you are today. Or if the face is going to stay on. Hey Baldy that must be a frightening place you come from too. Hagis is a worry in itself, but to come from the factory!!!! Iris :D :D |
Iris (475) | ||
| 98869 | 2002-11-16 03:41:00 | Haggis is fantabulous Iris . . . . . . . . . In the words of the Bard: ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o need, While thro your pores the dews distil Like amber bead . His knife see rustic Labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; The auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit' hums . Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi perfect sconner, Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit: Thro bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll make it whissle; An legs an arms, an heads will sned, Like taps o thrissle . Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies: But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer, Gie her a Haggis! |
Baldy (26) | ||
| 98870 | 2002-11-16 04:41:00 | I think they have that big speech so the dreaded moment of consumption is put off for as long as possible . ]:) ;) Mind you, we do have a Scottish neighbour!!!!! Iris |
Iris (475) | ||
| 98871 | 2002-11-16 04:52:00 | > I think they have that big speech so the dreaded > moment of consumption is put off for as long as > possible. > HA HA HA....... Some people would say that bagpipes were invented to drown out the dry-retching sounds as the Haggis was served LOL |
Baldy (26) | ||
| 98872 | 2002-11-16 06:02:00 | > > I think they have that big speech so the dreaded > > moment of consumption is put off for as long as > > possible. > > > HA HA HA....... Some people would say that bagpipes > were invented to drown out the dry-retching sounds as > the Haggis was served LOL Good one. Forgot about those tortured cats they hide in a bag and call bagpipes :^O :^O :^O Kinda got off the original subject tho haven't we (who wants to talk about Michael and his facial woes anyway?) Have a good evening Iris |
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