March 9th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Like A Verse From A Bawdy Song
This anecdote from My Neighbors Are Hoors sounds like something you’d catch a drunken sailor singing about:
I asked the taxi driver one last thing.
“Now,” says I. “I’ve heard a rumour of a one legged hoor down at the harbour. Is this true?”
I’ve heard this for a few years now and always thought it was just a rumour, but…
“Oh aye. There certainly is. Her ma wheels her down and leaves here there. She just sits with a short skirt and a bottle to keep her warm.”
What’s more, I’ll bet she makes the odd stump fetishist very happy.
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The one legged hoor? I would befriend her, and make her my friend. I wonder if she has ever felt loved, and not like a ‘ham with the bone pulled out’ sitting on a butcher’s shelf.
‘Ah muy only be part scots, ana lowlander to bouuht, buht I still respecttt a lass for bein’ a human bein’.’
Now that’s a fine weblog! Although I really enjoyed reading it all, I think “The Naked Man” (a recent post) is the cutest and funniest thing ever!