Thursday, October 8, 2009
Is Where Phoenicia Nearly Gets Turned Into A Newt
Ach, Tabetha, I'm rilly soory aboot yon wee beastie. Ah dinna know the rascal would follow me into yuir lovely home. Ah .... that strappin' lad of yuirs wouldnae happen ta be a skinner, would he?
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A pint says that Tabetha near let out a wee skelloch.
Lol! That is nice!
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