Sheep-Shaggin' Antics

ask-yourheroamerica:

Russia!? I’d recognize your un-American way of talking and that stupid ‘da’ anywhere!! Like seriously, are you just trying to say ‘duh’ and royally screwing it up or what?

And another thing, yo—.. Hold up.. YOU DID WHAT TO MY ROOM?!

Dude, you don’t just barge into people’s…

(^L ^ Da, of course… whatever you are saying, little one. <3 *Totally saving them for… blackmail purposes. Yeah, that’s it. Because there would be no other reason to save them. Nope.*)

ask-yourheroamerica:

Ok. First off, learn to talk right. You sound like you’re chewing a mouthful of gravel. I can hardly understand a word you’re saying.

Second off, either you mean Lassie the dog or the Australian word for woman. I’m going to assume it’s the second, and I’ve gotta agree. You’re quite the lady. Especially with those little earrings of yours. Where’d ya get those? Claire’s?

 

And last but NOT least, and this one really doesn’t need any sort of explanation. You’re a ginger… So there.

One: Feck ye! Ah’m sorry ye cannae kin English. Whi’ in th’ world did me daf’ bro’er teach ye, anyway?

Two: Nae… Jes’ nae. Ye keep those aroon’ fer a “Special Occasion” ar dae ye jes’ wear ‘em fer yer nigh’ life? Eddie Izzard has some competition, Ah see. Whi’ woolds me bro’er ‘ink abi’ yer new fetish?

Three: Ane word fer ye: JEALOUS. Blondes’er o’er ra’ed, lad. These fiery locks anly adorn th’ mos’ passiona’e ay souls. Ea’ yer hear’ oo’ Francis. Nex’ time ye come aroon’ laddie, Ah’ll shaw ye whi’ Ah mean. ~<3

Ye can e’en wear yer bonnie wee dress ‘a’ goes wi’ yer earrings. Bu’ Ah’m toppin’, dress ar nae dress.