“I am a Macintyre from Glasgow, what kind of a Maccer are you?”
“I am a Macintini.”
“Macintini? Ah, from Edinborough I suppose.”
“Noooo, from Maritzborough!”
The tug of war, in the little Scottish kilts….. A CLASSIC!
And he was so little against all the other fatties but so strong because of the Lunch Bar… you see; size really doesn’t count…when it comes to tug of war.
Speaking of tug of war: Is it “Tug Of War” or “Tug ‘O War?”
I’ve always said “Of” but I’m open to the possibility of being wrong on this subject matter.
Word.
