I know what I want to do about him, God bless him.
“I know what I want to do about him, God bless him. Geld him and stuff his empty ball sack full of burrs. Shabby son of a bitch.”
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ChaptersWell, a Scot was only a man, after all, under the kilts.
“You expected to see a wolf’s pelt?” he whispered.
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