| Somewhere deep in the Highlands of Scotland... |
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 | Sir, Do you have any comments about the recent rash of sheep guttings? | |
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| Aye, it reminds me oof a funny joke I once heard... | |
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| There was a man who once lived in the villagenamed John Macgregor. One day the docks fell and no one could go fishing, She he fixed them. Does anyone remem ber the name John Macgregor? No. Then when the fences broke and the cattle got out and he mended the fences, does anyone rember the name John Macgregor? No. | |
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| But he screws one damned sheep, and now EVERYONE knows the name John Macgregor!!! Oh... my Bishop told me that one when I was but a yungin! | |
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