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Oh whit a slekit horible beastie, Lurks in yer belly efter a feastie. Nae maiter wit ye dae, abodys gonna hiv tae pay. Even if ye try tae stifle, its like a bullet oot a rifle. Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair, tae try 'an stop the leakin air; Shimmy yersel fae cheek tae cheek, and pray tae God it disnae reek. Oot it cums loke a clap o thunder,ricochets arroonthe room michty me, a sonic boom! Gos a'michty, it fairly reeks, ah hope ah havnae s**t mae breeks!!


Happy Burns Nicht (belatedly) to our scots brethern!

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