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Re: Scottish Jokes
« Reply #165 on: January 24, 2009, 10:13:57 PM »
Stu, you're killing me! :D :D :D

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« Reply #166 on: January 25, 2009, 01:47:31 PM »
LOL  Me too.  ;D ;D ;D  Thanks Stu. Whoops, that rhymed.  ;D

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« Reply #167 on: January 26, 2009, 09:40:48 PM »
Yesterday was Robert Burns' birthday. Here's one I told at the festivities:

A newly qualified doctor arrives for his first day at a hospital, deep in the Welsh valleys. He is met by one of the sisters, who has been given the task of showing him around the hospital and introducing him to the staff and patients.

It is a large hospital and it takes the whole day to get round. By late afternoon they are working their way through the psychiatric block and as the time approaches for the evening meal they arrive at the last ward. They follow the dinner trolley into the ward and wait while one of the nurses lifts the lid on the food tray. To the doctor's surprise there is but a single haggis on the tray to feed a whole ward.

One of the patients moves towards the trolley in a purposeful manner addressing the haggis,

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain 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.

Before he can reach the haggis another patient sprints forward, grabs the simple repast and dashes up the ward. He proudly holds the haggis aloft and cries out in a commanding voice,

Some hae meat and cannae eat.
Some cannae eat that want it:
But we hae meat and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

At this, a kilted dervish leaps from his bed, whips a skien dubh out of his sock and lunges at the haggis carrier. With a deft movement the haggis bearer fend off the flashing blade with the haggis. Although this prevents any  injury it does result in the top of the haggis being hacked off. A small mouse obviously waiting upon this event dashes out from under a bed, grabs the loose piece of haggis and scampers up the ward, running the gauntlet of slashing claymores and hurled dirks from various patients. At the end of the ward stands a bent and wizened old man with a wild fire in his eyes. He screams at the mouse,

Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, 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!

And then dives upon the poor little mouse. With a left dummy and a right feint, the mouse dodges between the old man's legs, through a hole in the skirting board and to safety with his prize. The doctor turns to the sister and asks, "Why is this psychiatric ward so full of Scotsmen?"

"Oh no, doctor, these are not Scotsmen, they are genuine valley dwellers born and bred", she replies, "and, anywa, this is not a psychiatric ward, it is the serious Burns unit"
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« Reply #168 on: January 27, 2009, 05:55:43 AM »
Found this on The World's Burns Club site so it must be a Scottish joke!

A young man had just purchased a very expensive parrot and was deeply upset to find it dead the following day. He immediately phoned the vet in the hope that he could save it.

The vet arrived and pronounced the parrot dead. Oh! It can't be responded the young man, I want a second opinion.

O.k. Said the vet who went off and a few moments later brought in a Labrador dog, which sniffed the parrot then turning to the vet said "its dead", there you are young man your parrot is dead.

No, he said, I want another opinion, the vet went off and brought in a cat which sniffed the parrot and touched it with his paw, he then turned to the vet and agreed with the dog that the parrot was dead.

The young man accepted the final opinion but was not happy. The following day the vet returned with the bill for £150, the young man was shocked and questioned the bill.

To which the vet replied "well for £150 you've had a lab report and a cats scan!!!!
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« Reply #169 on: February 01, 2009, 06:30:27 PM »
Ian MacThomas and Mary MacFey where both on a train from Scotland to England. By some mistake they were both sharing the same sleeping berth.  Ian, being a gentleman, said he's take the top berth and let Mary have the lower. She agreed and, after giving each other some privacy, they both went to bed.

In the middle of the night, the heating system breaks down and Ian woke up because he is so cold.  He wanted to get out of bed and get another blanket but didn't want to risk waking Mary. So Ian looks over the edge of his berth and sees that Mary is awake!  So Ian says to her. "Excuse me Mary, but I'm so cold, do you think you could get up and get me a blanket?''

Mary looks up at Ian and says, "Ian, were both adults, so I propose, just for this night, we pretend we're married"

Ian say "Sure!"

and Mary says "Good, then get up and get your own darn blanket!"


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« Reply #170 on: February 02, 2009, 10:49:28 AM »
I didn't dare put this in the poetry thread!

Burn's Poem - Another Version


Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
Jist as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win'
The neeps 'n' tatties 'n' mushy peas
Stert workin' like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sauncie face
Will hae ye blawin' a' ower the place
Nae maiter whit the hell ye dae
A'bodys gonnae hiv tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle
Hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air
Shify yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Prae tae God it disnae reek
But aw yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
Michty me a sonic boom
God almichty it fairly reeks
Hope a huvnae s**t ma breeks
Tae the bog a better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry
A'body roon aboot me chokin
Wan or twa are nearly bokin
A'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile
Wis him! A shout wi' accusin glower
Alas too late, he's jist keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
A dinnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e'er ye be let yer wind gang free
Sounds like jist the job fur me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' wan wee farty
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« Reply #171 on: February 05, 2009, 09:48:13 AM »
Tour Guides

The guide at Edinburgh Castle when asked why he was lacking the first finger on his right hand, answered: " I've been a guide, man and boy, for twenty-five years, and I just naturally wore that finger off pointing out places of interest to inquisitive tourists."
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" These rock formations, " explained the tourist-worn guide, " were piled up here in the Highlands by the glaciers."
" Where are the glaciers now? " asked a curious old lady. " They've gone back, madam, to get more rocks, " said the guide.
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Sandy was showing the tourists the historical places of the area as he drove the large tourist bus through central Scotland.
" Here at Bannockbum we hammered the might of the English........ "
They moved on. " Here we thrashed the brutal English. " A little further.
" On this spot, ladies and gentlemen, we knocked the unholy lard out of a crowd of English redcoats in spite of their treachery."
An English tourist grew understandably irate.
" Look, " he said, " surely the English must have beaten the Scots some place or other ? "
Sandy glared. " Not on this bus! " he growled.
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A group of Americans were touring Scotand. One of the women in the group was a real curmudgeon, constantly complaining. The bus seats are uncomfortable. The food is terrible. It's too hot. It's too cold. It's too rainy. The hotel accommodations are awful. The group arrived at Scone Palace the site of the famous Stone of Destiny. "Good luck will be following you all your days if you kiss the Stone," the guide said. "Unfortunately, it's being cleaned today and so no one will be able to kiss it. Perhaps we can come back tomorrow."
"We can't be here tomorrow," the nasty woman shouted. "We have some other boring tour to go on. So I guess we can't kiss the stupid stone."
"Well now," the guide said, "it is said that if you kiss someone who has kissed the stone, you'll have the same good fortune."
"And I suppose you've kissed the stone," the woman scoffed.
"No, ma'am," the frustrated guide said, "but I've sat on it."
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« Reply #172 on: February 06, 2009, 07:45:10 PM »
Hahaha take that bitchy lady :P
Guess what!? I'm here to spread my words of wisdom also. Everybody fear them!!! Hahaha

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« Reply #173 on: February 06, 2009, 10:52:15 PM »
 ;D ;D ;D It's been a long time since I read "Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie."  It still makes me laugh.

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« Reply #174 on: February 09, 2009, 06:03:07 AM »
Bagpiper's Story

As a young bagpiper, I was asked by a Funeral Director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends.

The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost; and being a typical man did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew, who were eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place.

I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and soul.
As I played the workers began to weep. I played, and I played, like I'd never played before: From My Home & The Lord is my Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest.

I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to my car.
As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another,

"Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph ... I never seen nothin' like that before -
and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
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« Reply #175 on: February 10, 2009, 01:11:42 PM »
With apologies to the lassies...

 THE MacPHEARSON SAGA

A Brigadier General was inspecting a Scots Highland in full parade dress. There were rows and rows of kilted brawny fine Scotsmen. As the Brigadier General started down the 3rd row he noticed a strapping lad at the end had a problem with something hanging below the hem of his kilt. As he approached the end of the row he stopped in front of this particular fellow, and looked him up and down.

"How long have ye ben in the regiment yung mun?" he asked

"Sur, I ben in the regiment abou' thrai yaars."

"Whu' might be yur name yung mun?"

"Me name's MacPhearson, Sur."

"Yur a credit to th' regiment, kape upp the gud wurk," said the Brigadier General as he moved on.

As the Brigadier General came to the 7th row he noticed another young man with something even longer below the hem of his kilt. He approached him and said,

"How long have ye ben in the regiment yung mun?"

"I've been with th' regiment abou' fav' yaars, sur," was the reply.

"Whu' might be yur name yung mun?"

"Me name's MacPhearson, Sur."

"yur a fin' strappin' specimen of manhud. Might yu han' a yunger bruther in the thaird row?"

"Aye, sur. He's me yunger bruther."

"Yur a credit to th' regiment, kape up the gud wurk," said the Brigadier General as he moved on.

As the Brigadier General came to the last row he noticed another young man with something actually hanging to the ground below the hem of his kilt. He approached him and said,

"How long have ye ben in the regiment yung mun?"

"I've ben in th' regiment abou' ten yaars, sur," was the reply.

"Yur name is nai MacPhearson, by any stretch of the imagination, is ut?"

"Aye sur, how did yu figur' tha?"

"Du yu hav' yunger bruthers in the regiment?"

"Aye, sur, 2. How did yu fugur' me name was MacPhearson, sur?"

"Ye and yur bruthers bear a strong family resemblance to each uther."

"Aye sur, we hav' the family nose."

"Wull, I was nai exactly referin' to yur nose. Yu and yur bruthers seem to be very well endowed."

"Ach, sur tha's nai a family resemblance. Me Muther only had one arm and tha's how she used to pluck us from the cradle!"
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« Reply #176 on: February 12, 2009, 09:47:25 AM »
Some rules of Kilt Etiquette... for those that prefer to "go commando"!

    Those who plan to wear the kilt should recognize that a kilted man inevitably attracts admiring spectators drawn like moths to the flame, or termites to a caber. These admirers, who are often given to calling out such endearments as "Kiltie, kiltie, cauld bum, cannae keep a warm one!" or "Donald! where's your troosers?" see a kilted Scot as an adventurer who walks the thin line between Presbyterian and prurient, between bard and barbarian, between tradition and tramp. These admirers hope to glimpse, even fleetingly, that element which separates our kilted clansmen from troosered trash.
    However, to avoid inadvertently offending the delicate sensibilities of spectators (and some are more delicate than others), men should observe the following rules of kilt etiquette:
    1. Walk, do not run, when departing trains, making for supermarket blue-light specials, and responding to last call in the pubs. If you must walk quickly, then keep both hands on your sporran. If your sporran is up around your neck, you're walking much too fast.
    2. Do not go upstairs, especially in a double-decker bus, lighthouses, or monuments. Likewise, you should avoid open balconies and glass fronted elevators. Neither should you go downstairs; if you find yourself upstairs, then wait until all spectators have left the premises before you descend.
    3. Do not stoop, crouch, or squat to pick up anything from the floor, have a friend to pick up the object for you. If your friends will not oblige, kick the object to a secluded place before you retrieve it. If you have no friends, then stooping, crouching or squatting in a kilt may only worsen your lonely condition.
    4. Do not wear shiny new shoes. Dull them a little (perhaps with mud or mince) or wear spats and establish your credentials as the fashion trend setter that you are.
    5. Do not stand at the edge of reflective pools, unrippled ponds, or mirror-like puddles. On
    those formal events where you must wear silver buckles on your shoes, do not stand still for longer than five seconds at a time. Dance instead.
    6. Dance nothing more boisterous that a slow waltz. Reserve wild reels, jigs, and flings for family gatherings where your identity requires no further elaboration, or for those occasions when your anonymity is assured. Limbo dancing in a kilt at any time definitely breaches kilt etiquette.
    7. Respond only with an enigmatic smile to any questions about what is worn under your kilt. Avoid responding with the tired cliché "Nothing is worn under my kilt, everything is in fine working order." Similarly, do not offer anydemonstrations of what is worn under your kilt; an offer such as "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" can be misconstrued as the opening salvo in an ever escalating series of challenges and exhibitions which might be illegal in public places, even between consenting adults.
    8. Shaving of one's legs is unnecessary. However, hirsute highlanders who elect to wax the hair from their legs should wax the whole leg and not just the knee area displayed between kilt and hose. Such false economies only contributeto the myth of the cheap Scot. Also, it is considered in poor taste to suggest private viewings of your "kilt-line"
    9. Do not sit with one leg crossed over the other. This position requires you to un-cross your legs later, a tricky maneuver mastered by only a select few after years of training. Always sit with your knees no more than six inches apart, thus creating enough shadow for mystery and discretion. Avoid soft recliners, swings or rocking chairs where the sitter's knees may move above shoulder level.
    10. Be sure of the context of the conversation before making comments about global warming, air conditioning, or the ozone layer; none of these topics necessarily pertains to the creature comforts of a kiltie. You should also note that, regardless of their ambiguous titles, films such as "The Naked Gun", "The Untouchables" and "The Full Monty" do not address any issues related to the wearing of the kilt.
    Observance of these simple guidelines allows one to wear the kilt with panache and ensures your own confident decorum, all while providing your adoring audience with a stirring but not unsettling spectacle.

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« Reply #177 on: February 12, 2009, 09:57:25 AM »
Scottish Initiation Rites!

The Kilt is a clear sign of Scottish manliness and fearlessness in the face of terrors that would make other men quake.
What other race of men, inhabiting a lonely moorland terrain infested with bloodsucking beasties would decide to adopt a dress (sorry the Kilt) as their national dress. And not only that but decide that if worn correctly it should be worn without underwear!

This is the secret initiation rite of Scottish manhood. It is a little known fact that not all Scottish men are entitled to wear the Kilt. In the Autumn of the year that a boy reaches 15 or so he is inspected - down there - by the Clan Chief's wife and she either pronounces "och he's jist a wee boy yet!" or declares his entry into the rite of manhood with a shout of "Jees will ye look at they yins!"

The young man is then stripped of his trousers and underwear and fitted with a Kilt. He is then taken with great ceremony to the nearest boggy bit of ground to test if he is "fit fer the Midgie".

The young man is expected to remain in the bog with his legs wide apart and holding a large stone above his head for not less than two hours while clouds of midges track him down by the odour of fear which he is usually giving of.
At the end of the two hours the Scotsman then has three large stones only one of which he has been carrying above his head. To ease his pain his pals them take him to the boozer and get him completely "oot o his face".
Needless to say few modern men survive this ordeal which is why now in Scotland we see only the occasional man wearing a Kilt.

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« Reply #178 on: February 24, 2009, 10:31:57 AM »
An Archbishop and a Glasgow taxi driver died on the same day. When they got to the Pearly Gates they were met by Saint Peter whom they asked for entry into Paradise.

Saint Peter checked his files.

He said to the taxi driver, "Here,take this Golden Staff and Silk Robe and enter into the Kingdom of Heaven."

Saint Peter turned to the Archbishop and said, "Take this thin cotton robe and a wooden staff and enter into the Kingdom of Heaven."

The Archbishop was very annoyed and he questioned Saint Peter. "Don't you think you have us mixed up, Saint Peter?"

"Oh no," said Saint Peter. "When YOU preached, everybody slept. And when the taxi driver DROVE, everybody prayed."
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« Reply #179 on: February 26, 2009, 03:53:33 PM »
 ;D ;D ;D  You're priceless Stu!  Thanks for the laughs.

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