# ... the bar man gives the shit a pint and turns to the other two and says...' He always acts like a turd'
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Floppy Donkey crawled out of the ditch.,
Wed 4 Mar 2009, 10:04,
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~ ... the bar man gives the shit a pint and turns to the other two and says...Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
(O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Wed 4 Mar 2009, 10:07,
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he continues...I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!
(Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Wed 4 Mar 2009, 10:12,
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