and life is getting ye lonely,
you can always go...
OCH!!!
...Doon toon.
Posted on 01/10/2014 4:08:20 PM PST by RoosterRedux
Two months after a 2008 horseback riding accident left her with a concussion, Sharon Campbell-Rayment, of Canada, developed a strange accent, the National Post reported.
But it wasn’t until a recent trip to Scotland, where her daughter had begun attending school, that Campbell-Rayment discovered that her new accent was native to the Scottish Highlands.
Though Campbell-Rayment has Scottish ancestors, she’d never before visited the country or met any relatives who spoke with the same Scottish accent she developed after her accident.
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Inspector Mrs Potter - you knew Harold Potter quite well I believe?
Wife Oh yes quite well.
Inspector Yes.
Wife He was my husband.
Inspector Yes. And, er, he never showed any inclination towards being a Scotsman before this happened?
Wife (shocked) No, no, not at all. He was not that sort of person...
Inspector He didn’t wear a kilt or play the bagpipes?
Wife No, no.
Inspector He never got drunk at night or bought home black puddings?
Wife No, no. Not at all.
Inspector He didn’t have an inadequate brain capacity?
Wife No, no, not at all.
Inspector I see. So by your account Harold Potter was a perfectly ordinary Englishman without any tendency towards being a Scotsman whatsoever?
Wife Absolutely, yes. (suddenly remembering) Mind you he did always watch Dr Finlay on television.
Inspector Ah-hah! ... Well that’s it, you see. That’s how it starts.
Wife I beg your pardon?
Inspector Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don’t just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all... (goes rigid: with Scots accent:) No further questions!
I told you “junk DNA” was actually the data segment
‘Look at you there, happy out leaping about the place.’
Funny Irish Phrases
•You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
•The longest road out is the shortest road home.
•The Irish are very fair people; they never speak well for one another.
•A quarrel is like buttermilk: once it’s out of the churn, the more you shake it, the more sour it grows.
•God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.
•Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat.
•The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scotts as a joke, but the Scotts haven’t seen the joke yet.
•The Irish ignore anything they can’t drink or punch.
•When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
•He is bad that will not take advice, but he is a thousand times worse that takes every advice.
•One of the worst things that can happen in life is to win a bet on a horse at an early age.
•A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.
•Every St. Patrick’s Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
•An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth.
•As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!
•If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
•Here’s to our wives and girlfriends: May they never meet
•I can resist everything except temptation.
•My mother’s menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it.
•Cheaters never prosper, unless they get away with it.
•The Irish don’t know what they want and are prepared to fight to the death to get it.
•God is good to the Irish, but no one else is; not even the Irish.
•If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilized.
•The Irish forgive their great men when they are safely buried.
•Irish Alzheimer’s: you forget everything except the grudges.
•Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis.
As a followup, she bumped her head again and started channeling Obama. And then she bumped her head one more time and was hired as a liberal commentator. And then she bumped it again ... and so on, down the dumbness spiral.
Ooops...you didn’t forget it.
“Hoot wo-man!”
“And it was free.”
Drew Lane had her on his show asking why she is faking a Scot accent.
Really funny.
Wouldn’t be funny and baffling if this Canadian woman developed a Harlem Ebonics accent after the same kind of concussion?
Perhaps she’ll develop into a great Scottish poet:
Voice Over: From these glens and scars, the sound of the coot and the moorhen is seldom absent. Nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags. The rush of the mountain stream, the bleat of the sheep, and the broad, clear Highland skies, reflected in tarn and loch ... (at this moment we pick up a highland gentleman in kilt and tam o’shanter clutching a knobkerry in one hand and a letter in the other)... form the breathtaking backdrop against which Ewan McTeagle writes such poems as ‘Lend us a quid till the end of the week’.
Voice Over: But it was with more simple, homespun verses that McTeagle’s unique style first flowered.
McTeagle: (voice over) If you could see your way to lending me sixpence. I could at least buy a newspaper. That’s not much to ask anyone.
That is great!!!
Whatta load.
I see you didn’t forget it either. ;)
A fate worse than death.
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