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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Let Me Introduce Me's Self...

I'm Crappy, Crappy McTire.

I'se knows Crappy is a funny name, it is. Buts it's me's God given name and I'se lives and dies by it. It was me's mother's maiden name, it was. Her names weres Annabell Scarlett McCrappy. She's went and name me's Crappy cause shes didn't want to gives up da McCrappy moniker as she's was the last in a long line of McCrappys in da beloved Ol Scotland. Da Anglash had stole our birthright and kills off da whole clan. Me's Mom and her Dad'ems, Flaithbheartach Sèitheach McCrappy, were da lucky off spring that fled and hid under da covers whens da Anglash came a calln'. Me's Mom went and died whiles at childbirth with me's on da boat that tooks her and Dads across to the new country. Dad buried her in a cemetery right next to a plot of land we'd settle downs in and I'se lives in that same spot til this day and I'se aint moven' for nos mans or beasty.

Enough about me's family's history. This is a place fors me's and me's best mate Broderick to fulfill our destiny's. To meet our betrothed.

Broderick has been a friend of mine since we's weres a lil babes. My's first memories as a child are with young "Brood", (that's his nickname as he has a broodish disposition) under a tree whacking our tally whacker's together. There was times we'd skip school just to smoke our wands under that chestnut tree in da cool breeze. Ahh to be young eh?










Here's a picture of me's best pal Brood and me's self sharen' an ale after a long match of cricket.













I'se gotta say Broderick and me's self loves them ladies. The thing is we's nevers can gets to have any serious relationships? This is something we's nevers can quite figures out? We's are both fine young strapping bucks with huge woman pleasers betweens our haunches. But nights after nights we's comes homes from yonder pub all lonley like. We end up stroken' our massive wands next to each other whiles gandering at tight young lassies forcing things into themselves on da Internet. Whoo is us.

I'se remember one's night downs at da pub and two fine young bitches strolled into our lair. We's was really getn somewhere, at lest I'se was, Broderick wouldn't make conversation with his'n bitch. Mine's was rubn me's cock and balls under da table until I'se had to go pee. When I'se came back from my ashcan both of da sluts had run off. Broderick says, "they just didn't like us and were just pretendn' to want to manipulate our's weapons". In fact this tends to happen every time I'se take a wiz and the young Does are around! Do you think it's just an coincidence? Yeah I'se thinks so too!

Well if you's are a young hot lassie who would like to live da good life with me's or me's b'y Broderick please get in contact with me's on my new blog.

Ta Ta for now.
Your friend Crappy.

6 comments:

wallycrawler said...

Are you sure a wife is what you need at this time in your life?

I've had a lot'a experience in this in this field. My advise to you, stay single. Play da field with your good bud.

Lily said...

do you mean this seriously?
I mean it all sounds very entertaing and my mind wonders back at least a century when I read about your family comming to what I imagine to be something like Newfoundland...
still it sounds to me like you've had a couple of ales too many or stayed at sea too long...

If you really do want a wife for real, for once keep your balls wrapped up in public, but act as if you have some!
- Sorry for being a little too direct here... I live with 4 guys, that's the way I normally talk to them... but seriously, getting involved with a woman isn't all that wonderful. They want all that romance-BS and will want you to be the provider. Are you ready for that? Can you handle it, when she brabbles on and on about things you will never understand how the hell that kind of crap can possibly be important to anyone?

Being a fisherman up there in those waters is a tough job and I respect you guys a lot for that. But what usually kills a fisherman is not the sea, it's the lack of attitude, selfdiscipline and unhealthy habits.

you're really gonna hate me for this, but get some Vitamin C into your body, instead of the boose, coffee and cigarrettes and get some discipline in!

Hope I don't sound too much like a military instructor here... and I don't wanna break you heart... but your story is both kinda cute and funny - so just in case this isn't all just for a laugh... I would like you do do well and getting some selfdiscipline in is the only thing that can do it. I mean that in kindness and listen to wallycrawler - he is married!!!

Crappy McTire said...

Walleye how's a'boot calm'n da fuck up? I'se need's me mate.

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Sarah 're ya interested in cross'n da sea ta see's me? I'se needs a lass tha's fulls'o knowlage to's help me get through da nights. Me's TV sucks!

U's seems to be's full of wit and charm. I'se think's your plenty smart's too. Maybe when me's boat it out fer da season we's could go and protest the WHO or sumthin tagether? Sounds heeps o' romance ta me?
If you's 're interested anywho's?

Lily said...

you're funny, that's true, but no thanks, I am a married woman. Happily married that is with a house full of sons who are about your age!!!

Crappy McTire said...

That's been me's sad story me's whole life long lassy!

Crappy McTire said...

That's been me's sad story me's whole life long lassy!