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Boots
 
December 21st, 2015  
Capt Frogman
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by MontyB
So that leaves me with the question of the week, why can't the English speak English anymore?
I've asked myself that question for years! I'm glad my first language is Scots.
December 21st, 2015  
I3BrigPvSk
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Capt Frogman
I've asked myself that question for years! I'm glad my first language is Scots.
It is easy to answer that question. You take the English language, now you add alcohol and the result is; all the British accents. The Scots overdosed the alcohol, that's why they wear skirts, paint their faces blue, and eat something disgusting (haggis)
December 21st, 2015  
Capt Frogman
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by I3BrigPvSk
It is easy to answer that question. You take the English language, now you add alcohol and the result is; all the British accents. The Scots overdosed the alcohol, that's why they wear skirts, paint their faces blue, and eat something disgusting (haggis)
Try saying this when you're drunk.


Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma request;
I'll get a blessin wi the lave,
An never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An naething, now, to big a new ane.
O foggage green!
An bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an waste,
An weary winter comin fast,
An cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell.
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro thy cell.

That wee bit heap o leaves an stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble.
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o mice an men
Gang aft agley,
An lea'e us nought but grief an pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An forward. tho I canna see,
I guess an fear!
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Boots
December 21st, 2015  
The Highway Man
 
 
There's a moose loose aboot this hoose! Oh, and Donald where's ya troosers!
December 21st, 2015  
I3BrigPvSk
 
 
I view this as a confirmation. Don't drink and talk. For you British, it's too late to change anything.
December 22nd, 2015  
Capt Frogman
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by I3BrigPvSk
I view this as a confirmation. Don't drink and talk. For you British, it's too late to change anything.
I'm not British, I'm Scottish with English and Welsh blood.
December 22nd, 2015  
The Highway Man
 
 
Bloody mongrel!!!
December 22nd, 2015  
The Highway Man
 
 
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December 22nd, 2015  
Capt Frogman
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by The Highway Man
Bloody mongrel!!!
It's what's makes Capt Frogman the legend that he is.
December 22nd, 2015  
I3BrigPvSk
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Capt Frogman
It's what's makes Capt Frogman the legend that he is.
Oh yes, you are famous as the perve....a strange Jock.