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Aye! I may of wore a kilt that night
when I ran into Billy Jones
his words were false and you know that
it was all lies that he told,
He ambushed me and took my guns
then aimed to take the shot
I lifted my kilt and felt no guilt
as I showed Billy what I've got,
Billy blushed and his aim wavered
his eyes were wide with surprise
it was no dinky pen I had
a new meaning to tossing the caber,
Billy felt so inadequate
he dropped his guns and ran
the crowd that gathered looked slightly embarrassed
at the sight of a naked....real man.
So folks that is the truth regarding Billy's latest tale. Will he have the nerve to tell lies again? Will he risk being exposed again for not telling the truth? Will he buy the latest enhancing equipment?
All will be revealed the next time we meet.
John Mcleod
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