Nope,I'm struggling with the last 4.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Lang may yer lum reek...
Was the hat for Looper?
^I do actually have that hat from my Viet trip in 2018
A Stroll around Saigon
although I suspect that the reminder is not supposed to be of me
Cheddar Mao, there you go
No danger, we were just talking about micro sleeping last night. Something to do with running and an egg.
I can’t remember much about that but the conclusion was that it was a waste of a good egg.
mendy's sek might well be ossified
It's a lengthy nap for me whenever you get going.
Spotted any unauthorised wheelie bins lately?
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