Had a wee laff tae masel the dey, ah wuz oot a stroal hae'in a look at the new pool beildin, an whin ah wuz roon the bach oh it, but afore a furget, its a hoora lookin beildin fae oot the futba pitch side, oniway whur wuz ah, oh i a wuz oot the bach oh it whin this yung fla,weil actually he wuz muddle aged, came wakin past wae ah wee dug naw sa far behin him, an as they wur heedin donn tae wurds theTesco side oh the pitch, this weil known local damsel an hur dug wur gan tae wurd him.
Noo at this point the per oh thum stoaped, fur a yarn, aye jeest the wiy folks dae, an as they wur blethur'in tae each othur, the chappies dug, had a crap.
Whoots funny aboot that ah heer ye sey, (read oan).
So the guy shouts tae the dug och,
S...., ye'v jeest dun wan, an aff nae mer bags left tae pick it up wae. Dont wurry
H.... sed Mrs Mac
I...... aff plinty wae me so ye can hae wan oh thurs.
At this point he's dug takes aff an he ters awa efter it, shoutin, cum bach heer ya wee
T.....
Mrs Mac picks up the mess an gans an draps it in the bin, an goes oan hur wae.
Meenwhile the guy has caught the dug, got its leed bach oan, an tis wakin ma way, as he passes the bin he seys tae the dug, a'l keep this bag fur later oan, whin yuil lakely want oot agane.
Yeh see, the guy new the wummin wud pick it up fur him, (how could he know that) i heer ye sey. Well heers how, because it heppin'd tae him wance an the ferry same wummin dun the ferry same thing, an noo he's sussed hur oot he keeps dae'in it.
Dae ye naw jeest hate folk thit dinna cleer up thur ain $hit efter thimsels.
Ah meen why ist it ulways the weemin thit seem tae dae awe this $hity kind oh wurk.
