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  1. ODE TO A HAGGIS

    Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

    Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!

    Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,

    Painch, tripe, or thairm:

    Weel are ye wordy of a grace

    As lang’s my arm

    The groaning trencher there ye fill,

    Your hurdies like a distant hill,

    You 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-reeking, rich!

    Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive,

    Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,

    Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve

    Are bent like drums;

    Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive

    Bethankit hums

    Is there that owre his French ragout,

    Or olio that wad staw a sow,

    Or fricassee wad mak her spew

    Wi’ perfect sconner,

    Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view

    On sic a dinner?

    Poor devil! see him owre his trash,

    As feckless as a wither’d rash

    His spindle-shank a guid whip-lash,

    His nieve a nit;

    Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,

    O how unfit!

    But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,

    The trembling earth resounds his tread,

    Clap in his walie nieve a blade,

    He’ll mak it whissle;

    An’ legs, an’ arms an’ heads will sned,

    Like taps o’ thrissle

    Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,

    An’ dish them out their bill o’fare,

    Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware

    That jaups in luggies;

    But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r,

    Gie her a Haggis!

  2. And you've lost two thirds of a platoon trying to get across a river, so far. I gloat! hear me.. tra-la-la-itu!

    Ye mean tha river wi' one single bridge o'looked bah a ring o' high groond, an' noo a single ford as an alternative? An' ye calculate Ah've lost two thirrrds o' a platoon? Riddle mae thas wun, ye pillock....as two thirrrds a platoon equal tae two squads or two Brazillians?

    Two Brazillians!!?? Whoa....tha's like.....a lot!!!

  3. I've never been beaten by OGSF...

    Joe

    *splutter* Wha'?!!!? Ah hae a vurrry clear recollaicshun o' vaporisin' ye Russian fodder ain three turrrns o' a 300 point QB!! Yoo attacked up a short narrow map wi' mah Adolph's entrenched a' tha top. A small hut tae ye right flank. Ye laddies stood oop, an' mah laddies shot tha bejabberwockies oot o' thaim.

    Boot ye main point as made... unlike ain tha' encoonter, Boo As thas tha way tae the front? Radley had room tae manhoover. Which hae did...straight aintae mah copious minefields!!!

    Q: Wha' di ye call a Valentine wi' ats tracks blown off?

    A: Part of Boo's attackin' force!

  4. Sae Boo hae finished saindin' haes guid ol' boys intae mah Axis defences lak a hairless guinea pig aintae a dog fight, and haes bin duly slaughtered, SLAUGHTERED AH SAY, tae tha tune o' 84 - 16. He ainly did sae well due to a gamey flag rush wi' haes diapered reserves on tha second last turrrn. Ah ainly haid wun tank, WUN TANK AH SAY, tae confront haes armored horrrde. Funnily enough, at were sufficient.

  5. An' noo a wee song, wrritten fer Joe Urethra Franklin Shaw...

    The moment I wake up

    Before I put on my makeup

    I make a little rule for you

    While combing my hair now,

    And wondering what dress to wear now,

    I make a little rule for you

    Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart

    and I will love you

    Forever, and ever, we never will part

    Oh, how I love you

    Together, forever, that's how it must be

    To live without you

    Would only mean heartbreak for me.

    I run for the bus, dear,

    While riding I think of us, dear,

    I make a little rule for you.

    At work I just take time

    And all through my coffee break-time,

    I make a little rule for you.

    et-feckin-cetra

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