The hunt for the Dead Jester.

I´ll bloody kill him  

 You and yer viking army  

You know what happened the last time you tried to invade Scotland, we kicked yer Scandinavian arses all the way back across the north sea back to sterile land you know what's waiting on ye here.....

Picts rule

Edited by Fragile

Good afternoon Mr.Clown, no doubt another difficult night's sleep for you, probably thinking of your Misplaced Childhood.Me, I've been writing a Script for a Dead Jester's Tear which tells a tale of a poor Swedish lad whose world is totally Fugazi,at the end he is Clutching at straws which is just about where you are ya wally heid

You really are Thick as a Brick Senor Clown

Watching as the frilly panties run. 

I´m not a pervert 

I´m Gods gift to women


Edited by Velvetclown

Couldn't have put it any better myself Violet

you go and sit on a park bench somewhere in Guttenburg Jester

 nice one Beau,don't know about Odinburgh,but I do know of a Thorsburgh,a Lokiburgh and a Balderburgh, there may even be a Clownburgh snorters running down his nose

Hey Larky watch your mouth

Up yours, ye auld haggis stinking drunk !!!!!!!!