its a aberdeen thing....where them black cattle come from, hamish mchamish n his black son kunta mchamish invented aberdeen angus.....its a mystery how they did it.....

off till Tuesday & you’re still depressed? …omg you’d die if you had my life lol

so nah, nothing exciting here today …been planning my company Christmas party … I work with a bunch of snobby, hard to please people, so planning something they’ll be happy with is always so much fun lol

we need to get you off the sauce Ryan & on to greener pastures if you get my drift ….alcohol makes depressed ppl more depressed …but weed, it makes everybody happy!!

Don't tell him about Brighton.
v
v

oh theres 1000s of hamish mchamishes in scootland.......

Petrocelli finally got his house built

blackpools for shirt lifters ,like this young fella below

v v v v v v v

Afternoon sweetness x

No cancerous tumor ... they're actually molding my piss junk into a worthy lady cave. hahahaha! I do wonder about that day we take a last breath and where it might lead next. I would hope a few things for those that I leave behind: good times forward, that they get piss drunk in my memory, and that they recall me from time to time ... but the most important is for them to enjoy a Good Life. Halloween is coming up very soon ~~~ nothing planned for here, but whatever you may do ... do ENJOY! Speaking of HIGHLANDERS ... I have always liked this scene. Enjoy your Thursday, Ryan.

hamish mchamish....that was the name of that guy in monarch o the glenn.....

No fucking way? From the 13th floor? You're making that up, really? You crazy bastard. I rarely get legless drunk, no matter how much I drink. Dunno why really. I seem to have a very robust constitution. Fighting drunk is fuckin hard though, when you're really wasted. Me and my mates were competing for a bird in a bar once, there were four of us, including myself. Anyway long story short, we were all trying to pull ahead of each other while talking to her. At the end of the night, my mate Vinny took the plunge and asked her for her number. I remember thinking, "you bastard Vinny". She gave it to him, but no sooner had he put into his phone, she turned...grabbed me and started sucking the face off me. Vinny was left standing there watching me playing tonsil tennis while still holding his phone. I took her home that night. I was breaking my bollocks laughing, because it was so unexpected. Anyway, moral of the story is...when you're out with your mates chasing tail, be the best looking one in the group. 😉