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Reggie, you teapot, there is no brains in the making of haggis

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All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.
George Orwell, "Animal Farm"

Exactly Skull.

And bright boy thanked me for the compliment?

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Skull, "You are a police inspector, aren't you?"
Cab Inspector Smith, "Yes."
Skull, "So, are you going to tell Mr Taylor what his rights are?"
Smith, "And ... What rights?"

WOW!!!
You entering the World Haggis making championship next year

You are a man of many talents EH

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Alway's been about Tightening the Grip!

TO A TAYLOR (MOUSE)

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
0, 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' murdering pattle!

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!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell,

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thy art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear

See i do have a Heart Jim You are a wee Mouse left behind!!! An aw that

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Alway's been about Tightening the Grip!

So you can cut and paste Dougie.

WOW!!!

But still not an original thought.

Wee sleekit cowrin' timorous Dugless
Sae hapless 'n' brainless as we can a' tell
His mind ta'en up wi' woeful mess
Hampered by no' e'en yin brain cell.

Noo oor doogie thinks he's a big business exec
Such lofty status is his illusion.
But wi' commercial nounce nae worth a feck
It's only just his delusion.

But oor hapless guru Dugless Smith
Efter joinin' the cab firm city
Devised a plan tae rule the toon
But nae quorum, the plan is sh*tty.

So get real hapless Doogie Smith
'N' gie us aw a brek thi' nite.
You ramble oan like a crazy loon
Wi' your incessant sh*te.

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Skull, "You are a police inspector, aren't you?"
Cab Inspector Smith, "Yes."
Skull, "So, are you going to tell Mr Taylor what his rights are?"
Smith, "And ... What rights?"

Nae cuttin and pastin fi me
ya baw,
Just writing somit a really
naw,
Ma reason is good, ma heads nae wood,
Ya little sad moose ye naw.

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Alway's been about Tightening the Grip!

Plagiarism's noo oor Doogies game
Claimin' he scribed the words o' Burns
Brainless, clueless, wi'oot any shame
Yin o' oor cab trade's funniest turns.

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Skull, "You are a police inspector, aren't you?"
Cab Inspector Smith, "Yes."
Skull, "So, are you going to tell Mr Taylor what his rights are?"
Smith, "And ... What rights?"