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Please fill this tub with lovely, warm cement. Please massage me with this jackhammer.
Scottish boys are made of salmon, and quaichs, and Tunnock's Tea Cakes.
Running around like a chicken with its credit cut off.
'I feel light as a wave!' said the giddy, pretty photon.
You don't open a nut with a firecracker.
'Tharfore eftrirwat Jesus spak to thame, and said, I am the licht of the warld; he that followis me gais nocht in mirknessis, bot sal haue the licht of lif.' John 8:12.
Yes, the New Testament in Scots has its own strange rhythms.
I think that a lukewarm Chlorodyne and tonic with some rusty water on the side is probably my favourite tropical cocktail.