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Do ye remember the love potion Una made for yer feckin' balls and how the gnats bit the hell outta big daddy and the twins?

A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!

The lynx raised his hind leg and licked his nether regions. 'Tis what I think of the doctor's foolish prediction.

While we're out shopping this afternoon, maybe we can find a Scottish man for me." Effie waggled her eyebrows. "I know just the size I want.

Before we leave this country, I'm finding out what they wear under those kilts, even if I have to hike one up and take a gander myself.

Sex and love are what make the world go round. It's the heart of poetry and music.

Ye have taught me something I never understood."
"What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.

Being a bear brings us more freedom." He tilted his glass and swallowed its contents. "Sometimes I'd sooner stay a bear.

Man, I don't know who's breathing faster right now. Her running or you watching.

The denim lovingly cupped his manhood as if it were precious cargo.
Effie elbowed her. "Oh, the man saunters like walking sin, doesn't he?

I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.

Take me inside. Show me if a fireman knows how to start a fire.

The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.

She tugged on his hair. "I'll have you know I'm no weakling."
He grinned and kissed her forehead. "No, it takes a strong woman to kill a truck.

That girl seemed awful nice. If that bastard did anything to her, I've got a crowbar in my trunk that'll fit might fine up that moron's ass.

The family who naps together stays together.

If ye wear underwear, it's a skirt. If ye dinna, it's a kilt.

Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.

If Scotsmen truly didn't wear anything under their kilts, she bet his equipment was frozen solid.

My Morris, bless his heavy-hung manhood, was a muscular man too."
Bloody hell, is she talking about her dead husband's manly parts? His tadger?

Legends have it that once a Scot covers a lass with his plaid, his intentions are spoken.

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?"
"Petty Male Shit," she yelled.

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.

Ice Man, his friends had called him. She'd give him a different nickname, like Sex on a Stick or Horny Toad.

Her gaze feasted on his cock, which was a turn on in itself. "There's nothing tiny about you, is there?