Watch it, or the good Lord Englishmix will declare a certain...fragrance to be coming from your Clan, and will send an armed "cleansing" force to eliminate the aroma.
Watch it, or the good Lord Englishmix will declare a certain...fragrance to be coming from your Clan, and will send an armed "cleansing" force to eliminate the aroma.
Then he should know that while I am not a member of Clan Gordon, Lord Dogshirt is my friend and ally and I will come to Clan Gordon's aid and assist them in any manner possible. A strike against Clan Gordon is a strike against me.
Watch it, or the good Lord Englishmix will declare a certain...fragrance to be coming from your Clan, and will send an armed "cleansing" force to eliminate the aroma.
That fragrance COULD be my feet, since we poured concrete, and I spent a LONG hot afternoon in rubber boots!
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Then he should know that while I am not a member of Clan Gordon, Lord Dogshirt is my friend and ally and I will come to Clan Gordon's aid and assist them in any manner possible. A strike against Clan Gordon is a strike against me.
Thank you my Lord, it's good to know you are there. Here's one on me.
Welcome Clan Gordan! May you have a good fresh start!
Yea, those most foul odors do arise unexpectantly and must be dealt with prudently!
But alas, I have freely bound my guardianship to the sweet fragrance of the Flower of Scotland to the higher priority of the salutary nature of the most venerable Clan DARK. And they all seem to have a more tolerant disposition to aroma therapy than I do!
Send your cleansing armies,send Mr. Clean, hell even send Molly Maid! Your forces will be dealt with!
The odors you smell are the rotting corpses of the last army that attacked Lord Dogshirt. It seems there were no survivors to pick up their dead. They are so rotten and decomposed now that even the wolves won't lunch on them!
So send your armies and do your worst, the hounds are hungry for fresh meat.
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The Scots of course insist that the pipes produce music. But the point is after all not too important. For those who love them, the pipes can evoke more vividly than any other instrument, high emotion, they can inspire valor, and tell of tragic tales of battles long ago. They can call forth merriment or sentiment. It does not matter what the sound is called, those who are deaf to its merits would not understand anyway.
Seriously, though, Clan Gordon, you might want to look into creating a department of public health. When the plague starts in your lands, don't expect aid from the rest of us.
The odors you smell are the rotting corpses of the last army that attacked Lord Dogshirt. It seems there were no survivors to pick up their dead. They are so rotten and decomposed now that even the wolves won't lunch on them!
They fertilize the grass that the buffalo eat! The grand thing about being nomads is, if the stench of our enemie's bodies gets too bad, strike the tipis and MOVE!