"Today, when an Englishman meets a Scotchman, it's fifty-fifty they'll get on. And that's a very encouraging statistic."
-- Garth Marenghi
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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I find this phenomena fascinating. A bizzare thing and how ever to explain it other than the usual ‘reincarnation’ jump to conclusion.
Thanks for posting. Really interesting.
LOL ... You appear to have this figured out, Kev!
Two Irishmen are sitting in a bar, drinking. One asks the other “Where are you from?”
“Killarney,” he replies.
“Killarney! Really? I’m from Killarney too! Whereabouts?”
The second Irishman took a sip of his whiskey and said: “Herbert Road, in Dublin 4.”
“That is unbelievable!” said the first Irishman. “I grew up on that very same street. What school did you attend?”
“St. Margaret’s.”
“Saints be praised,” he replied. I did as well.”
Just then the bar manager came in and asked the bartender how things were going.
The bartender replied: “Fine, except the Murphy brothers are drunk again.”
Mr. niteowl77
Maybe getting hit in the head is where *all* Scottish accents came from originally... :)
aye...No true Scotsman would be longing for the fjords...
You’d need a lot more head injuries than that before you’d start to talk like obama.
too much scotch whiskey to ease the pain!
An Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, “what’ll you have?”
The man says, “Give me three pints of Guinness please.”
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they’re gone. He then orders three more.
The bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold. You don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we’re drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition.
Every week the man came in and ordered three beers.
Then one week he came in and ordered only two.
He drank them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, “I know what your tradition is, and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”
The man said, “Oh, me brothers are fine——I just quit drinking.”
Catholic Dog - Irish Story
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, Father, me dog is dead. Could ya’ be saying’ A mass for the poor creature?’
Father Patrick replied, ‘I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something for the creature.’
Muldoon said, ‘I’ll go right away Father. Do ya’ think *€5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?’
Father Patrick exclaimed, ‘Sweet Mary and Joseph. Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?’
And one more for the road....hic!
Father O’ Malley answers the phone.
‘Hello, is this Father O’Malley?’
‘It is’
‘This is the Inland Revenue Service, income tax department. Can you help us?’
‘I can.’
‘Do you know a Ted Houlihan?’
‘I do’
‘Is he a member of your congregation?’ He is’
‘Did he donate €10,000 to the church?’
‘He will.’
Well, being Scottish has always been a proven indication of brain damage.
I dinna think the antimatte’rrr engines ken tek the stren.
Kathleen Turner wannabee.
Said no one. Ever.
After four days, they were literally dying of thirst, when a Merrow appeared and granted the pair a wish. "Well," said Finnegan, "I'm so parched, I wish the whole Atlantic Ocean was transformed into Guinness Stout." Poof! The Atlantic Ocean was instantly transformed, and the Fairy vanished.
"Finnegan, ya great stupid lummox!" Flanigan roared. "Now we'll have to p!ss in the boat."
"Today, when an Englishman meets a Scotchman, it's fifty-fifty they'll get on. And that's a very encouraging statistic."
-- Garth Marenghi
From the original article “A woman in Britain, who had never left her home country wakes up after a bad migraine with a Chinese accent.” OMG, that one cracks me up! Can you imagine the looks she gets?? LMAO!
LOL!! More to share with me Irish mother! (her father, my grandfather, was half Irish, half Mexican)
LOLOLOL!!! Very good!! Thanks!
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