Why did I suddenly have the vision of Mel Gibson, smeared in blue, astride his horse, brandishing a haggis pop,shouting that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our haggis?! Och. ♡ this!
A haggis on silver platter carried by a handsome young man in a kilt and piped into a Burns dinner is one thing. These are something else. Just looking at them is nausea inducing. They look like battered, deep fried tripe stuffed with sloppy mutton stew. You'd have to do more than put a bow on one to get me to go near it.
They get points for working in "no true Scotsman" but... yeah.
ReplyDeleteWhen I forwarded the link to my husband, he got an ad about cemetery plots. Which seems about right.
Sheep innards on a stick. Just what we all yearn for.
ReplyDeleteI'm quite sure you know what I thought of when I read "haggisicles".
ReplyDeleteBetween this and the condoms...
Life is always so much funnier than fiction.
ReplyDeleteWhy did I suddenly have the vision of Mel Gibson, smeared in blue, astride his horse, brandishing a haggis pop,shouting that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our haggis?! Och. ♡ this!
ReplyDeleteAch they took Mel's Haggis and left a nursing mum! A truly revolting food product.
ReplyDeleteThe really funny thing is that nobody else at that meeting saw how funny it was to put a new mom in a room full of condoms until I started laughing.
ReplyDeleteA haggis on silver platter carried by a handsome young man in a kilt and piped into a Burns dinner is one thing. These are something else.
ReplyDeleteJust looking at them is nausea inducing. They look like battered, deep fried tripe stuffed with sloppy mutton stew. You'd have to do more than put a bow on one to get me to go near it.