In the early hours of Saturday morning we had what we thought was an injured Haggis brought in. After listening to the wee thing shouting 'fair fa' your honest sonsie face....... Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie....' and 'some hae meat and canna eat' repeatedly for 2 hours, it was obvious he was suffering from severe Burns.
Picked up a hitchhiker last night. He said, "thanks, how do you know I’m not a serial killer?" I replied, "the chances of two serial killers being in the same car are astronomical."
So I asked a Chinese lass for a phone number. I was over the moon when she said "- Sex, Sex, Sex!, Free sex! Tonight!".
Then a friend of hers intervienied... "- Her number is 666-36-29"