Love In A Hopeless Place.

i met my love on facebook! ahah :)

i met my significant other half while out hunting for haggis and scampi fishing. i was up the giddy heights and the looming misty peaks of a mountain called Ben Doon in the utter boaky islands to the northwest with a wee qwerky turn to the left of scotland. My bonnie wee wife-to-be was was covered in tar and feathers and sinking in a peatbog all the way up to her boobies. i could see that behind that blackened tar riddled face there was a thing of beauty and realising that i was not considered a catch in the village because of my 7 fingers on each hand (but i play the piano beautifully) i best take a bride before i got any older. I stopped making love to the sheep and tied a tether from the sheep to my future wife and pulled her out. Turns out she had been banished from the local 'sk@nk of the isles' festival for refusing to drink buckfast and was run out of the village by the local inbreds. We married shortly after, living in a little croft breeding farmed haggis and raising our 42 kids. To be honest i met her in a pub i was working in, but how boring is the truth!