There's new tension between the Scots and the Brits. It seems rich Brits are coming to Scotland to hunt the endangered Highland Wild Haggis and take the pelts back to England. This is depriving many Sottish families of their favorite dinner fare.
Haggis Hassle
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I don't know--I think Margaret Thatcher gave one to Nancy Reagan as a gift at some point.
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Since AFD has long gone, I'm going to spoil this antediluvian chestnut by pointing out that -- until Independence is voted on again and enacted -- the Scots are Brits.
She speaks the truth.
Ignore the squirrel. He knows not what he says.
plus the best rarebit is called Hassenpfeffer.
It is, I believe, a lesser known fact that the wild haggis has shorter legs on one side if its body. This enables it to maintain equilibrium when it runs around the sides of hills. (True fact.)
A haggis was sitting at the edge of Loch Ness, admiring the view and enjoying the peace and quiet. Then a busload of American tourists arrived. After a few minutes of bustling about, taking snaps and constantly exclaiming, 'ain't that neat' at the tops of their voices, one of the tourists approached the haggis and asked, 'Aren't you afraid of Nessie?' The haggis looked up, screwing its eyes to avoid seeing the loud shirt and bad shorts. 'Och, no,' he answered. 'I dinae believe in mythical beasties.'
A haggis was sitting at the edge of Loch Ness, admiring the view and enjoying the peace and quiet. Then a busload of American tourists arrived. After a few minutes of bustling about, taking snaps and constantly exclaiming, 'ain't that neat' at the tops of their voices, one of the tourists approached the haggis and asked, 'Aren't you afraid of Nessie?' The haggis looked up, screwing its eyes to avoid seeing the loud shirt and bad shorts. 'Och, no,' he answered. 'I dinae believe in mythical beasties.'
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You're thinking of the sidehill auger. In the northern hemisphere, victims are chased clockwise. The only way to escape certain death, is to sidestep uphill and run counter-clockwise.
Don't torque about that! At least, not in front of the haggis.
It's a slippery slope....
After the Romans left Britain the island was overrun by Germanic persons. (There was no Germany then, only Germanic states). The Germans chased the native peoples out of England and they went to Wales, Ireland and Scotland. The Germanic peoples brought with them an oddball version of Middle German. Which is now called "English." The Dutch language and Yiddish are both form of middle German. Then the French defeated the Britains (Germans) and the French language got stirred into the pot.
The French didn't like raw Haggis meat so the critters got a break for a while.
The French didn't like raw Haggis meat so the critters got a break for a while.