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Beer and nuts? …. (may affend some)
… nothing like a cold beer, while you are wearing no underpants 😮 😕
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Does that mean it is true about Scotsmen & kilts?
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I often get mine roasted
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B@ll@cks ?
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:lol1: Ive seen it before but it always puts a nice big grin on my face everytime I see it … no Im not a perv 😉 😛
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It’s true what they say about scotsmen…
A true scot always drinks extra strength Carlsberg straight from the can. 😳
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hmmm gotta be someone with big balls but no ahem…. seems the only thing hanging that low is them 😕 that being the case, cant be a true scotsmen :lol1: :lol1: :lol1:
reminds me of the russian guy with 3 balls. his name?
“who’dyeh nikabollokoff” -
Ok – so we can all see his balls 😳 – so am I the only one wondering where’s his c@ck then 😕
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Here’s atrue story you might get a giggle at.
My best mate got married. His new parent in laws were upper crust ex-army Major Ponsonby-Smythe kind of thing.
He invited all his good mates and there partners as you do. There were about 30 of us along with the usual entourage of invited relatives and guests.
They got married about 1 o’clock and we all drove to the reception which was in a huge Stately home just outside Edinburgh. Very Grand.
They fed us nothing but Champagne for 4 hours. No food. No nibblies. Nothing.
When we got there we’d noticed that the brides Mum had put those disposable cameras on each table. A great idea. Get all the guests to take ‘fly on the wall photos’ to add to the collection. After a while the booze kicked in on the empty stomachs.
Some bright spark pushed the first domino in the chain by taking a photo up someone elses kilt. In about 6 seconds flat it had become Scotland National Sport. The women, the oldies everyone was doing it. Apart from the Ponsonby-Smythes of course.
It was so much fun at the time. It was a real HOOT. The kind of gut wrenching belly laughing time that you will always remember.
But I tell you what, the photos must have been something else. All the lads were hanging in the breeze and I think half the lassie’s too.
I remember, through a thumping hangover, getting a phone call in the morning from Major Ponsonby-Smythe who in no uncertain terms told me what he thought of the evenings entertainment. I was well and truly demoted to bacteria.
I look back on it now and still remember it being a hoot but feel really sorry for ruining the oldies experience.
Would I do it again now that I’m older and wiser?
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hes probably had his cack and eaten it. :lol1:
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Is that why you had to move to Australia Simon :lol1: :lol1:
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quote Phill:Is that why you had to move to Australia Simon :lol1: :lol1:Starting to think that myself Phill 😛
Rob, I assumed the man was excited, that is why you can only see… ahem… his luggage 😮
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You may well have hit the nail on the head.
Major Ponsonby-Smythe was some big wig in the SAS. I reckon he’d told his lads to use me as practice for surveillance as there seemed to be an awfull increase in white transit vans whenever I was out.
Paranoid. Moi.
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Takes more than that to offend me Shane 😳
Lynn
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question..answered
Noo, ah dunnae kinn if thes is th’ truth, but dae th’ scotts shaw their tossel under their kilt.
peter
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