Iain
21st October 2004, 07:17 PM
Hamish went to see Jock and during the course of the day consumed a little too much single malt, Hamish was about to return home when Jock offered him a small flask of a very fine single malt.
Hamish placed this in his pocket and proceeded to stagger home.
As it was getting dark Hamish became more unsteady on his feet and finally he stumbled and fell, he felt a warm wetness on his upper leg and looked up to the heavens, "Dear God, please let it be blood".
Hamish placed this in his pocket and proceeded to stagger home.
As it was getting dark Hamish became more unsteady on his feet and finally he stumbled and fell, he felt a warm wetness on his upper leg and looked up to the heavens, "Dear God, please let it be blood".