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Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
An old Scotsman named Douglas has been saving a bottle of rare Scotch whisky for many years for a special occasion, but now he has been taken ill and is at the point of death. His lifelong friend Angus comes to visit him.
"Och, Angus," says Douglas, "I'm much a-feared I'm not lang fer this world."
"Is there anythin' I can do fer you?" asks Angus.
"Aye, now that you mention it, there is, " responds Douglas. "It concerns that auld bottle of Scotch I been savin' all these years. When I am dead and buried, would you be so kind as to pour it out o'er me grave?"
"Och, of course, Douglas; it would be an honor," says Angus.
Long silence.
Then Angus speaks up, "Umm, Douglas...about that bottle of Scotch..."
"Aye,"asks Douglas, "what about it?"
"Afore I pour it out o'er your grave, would you mind terribly if'n I drank it first?"
"Och, Angus," says Douglas, "I'm much a-feared I'm not lang fer this world."
"Is there anythin' I can do fer you?" asks Angus.
"Aye, now that you mention it, there is, " responds Douglas. "It concerns that auld bottle of Scotch I been savin' all these years. When I am dead and buried, would you be so kind as to pour it out o'er me grave?"
"Och, of course, Douglas; it would be an honor," says Angus.
Long silence.
Then Angus speaks up, "Umm, Douglas...about that bottle of Scotch..."
"Aye,"asks Douglas, "what about it?"
"Afore I pour it out o'er your grave, would you mind terribly if'n I drank it first?"