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Sunday, 07 March 2010 |
A Scottish lad and lass were sitting together on a heathery hill in the
Highlands. They had been silent for a while, when the lass said, "A penny for
your thoughts."
The lad was a bit abashed, but he finally said, "Well, I
was thinkin' how nice it would be if ye'd give me a wee bit of a kiss."
So she did so. But he again lapsed into a pensive mood which lasted long
enough for the lass to ask him, "What are ye thinkin' now?"
To which the
lad grumbled, "Well, I was hopin' ye hadn't forgot the penny!"
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