'Tis time to toss the caber
'an eat the oatcakes, sure;
'Tis also time to stab the haggis
'an get ye sooo fookin' pissed
ye won't notice me stealin' ye'r bloody wallet --
or ye'r girl.
Yeah. Okay. Robbie didn't write this. So fookin' sue me.
Llewellen... pipe in that haggis and bring us a few wee drams o'the good stuff.
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He should have wrote it, though. Did you recite it at a Burn's Night supper?
GB: Nope. But I once microwaved a day-old bowl of haggis for lunch... in the staffroom. (I suspect a recital would have elicited a similar response.)
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