Just made a right c**t of masell, in the pub, burst out laughing at a hilarious story, blacked out, fell to the ground on Ma knees, dropped my Tennents, smashed the glass and had to be picked up by my sons. Auld age eh
Women drivers, when I've right of way but decide to let you through, a wave of acknowledgement to thank me for being a gid c**t wouldn't go a miss like.
Wife still loves them, she and her pals recently went to Perth for a piss up dressed in the tartan regalia. As for me, I've stood on a table or two too Shang a Lang like