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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 24, 2011 22:47:54 GMT -5
Greetings a'm bein' forced tae stairt writing letters.
Englain 'n' th' Scots Pairliament huv decided ah dinnae git alang wi' ither nations weel enough. A' body else haes stairted writing letters tae ither nations sae ah, o' coorse huv tae jyne th' bandwagon tae shut mah wee brother up. Whiles ah wish ah cuid juist haud a pillow ower his coupon 'til he stopped moving bit that micht stairt a war.
Och 'n' Ireland if yer reading this letter git ower it ah didnae mean tae gie ye bevvy poisoning! If ye weren't sic a fin blootert ah wouldn't ask ye tae come swallyin wi' me ilka weekend.
Sincerely, Scotland
P.S. A'm throwing a pairtie this weekend fur a'body wha wants tae git blootert. It'll be at England's hoose.
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 25, 2011 11:48:09 GMT -5
Helo brawd,
How are you? I was wondering if I can visit soon. I need to get away from Lloegr (England) and his poison rocks for a while.
Ffarwel, Wales Dylan Adda Kirkland
P.S. I'll be at the party.
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Post by Sofia Alexander on Jul 25, 2011 13:57:36 GMT -5
Dear Scotland, This question has been bugging me for a while. Did England ever get dropped on his head as a baby? Oh and how are you? Anything new? Yours sincerely Saint Lucia Sofia Alexander
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jul 25, 2011 20:28:39 GMT -5
Ciao Scotland, I've found you~ XD How are you my dear Scozia? Not being killed from Inghilterra's food I hope. Amore, Angelica (Sicily)
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 21:00:20 GMT -5
Dear Wales,
A'm daein' ower weel bit A'd be daein' better if Englain wasn't ca'in me ilka five minutes tae ask if ah aye loue him. Ah ne'er loved him sae ah dinnae see how come he even asks. How come dinnae ye juist pat up a fence or pat a collar oan Englain sae whin he steps oan yer land he gets a hard shock. That wull teach him!
with love, Scotland
P.S. If ye dinnae wantae dram whisky then bring yer ain bevvy.
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 21:02:54 GMT -5
Dear Scotland,
Everyone knows that but Lloegr, himself. I already have my rams chasing him to the border on sight. I may add the shock collar as well.
With love, Wales
P.S. I have no problem with whisky.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 21:15:52 GMT -5
Dear Saint Lucia,
Na sorry tae say ah ne'er dropped him oan his heid as a bairn. He looks awfy much lik' mah maw tae drap oan his heid bit whiles ah wish ah wid huv drap kicked him coupon foremaist intae a dyke! Sorry aboot that a'm a bawherr beelin' fur ah cannae fin' mah fags richt noo. Ah haven't smoked in a hail twa hours!
A'm okay bit cuid be better. Howfur aboot ye? na hee haw freish tae report.
Sincerely, Scotland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 21:21:51 GMT -5
Dear Sicily,
Aye ye found me. A'm daein' okay bit ah pure fags. Ah micht huv tae ask France tae buy some fur me if ah dae him a favor. Na ah dinnae sloch England's fairn bit whin ah dae it ne'er mak's me ill juist happens tae taste mingin'.
Sincerely, Scotland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 21:32:24 GMT -5
Dear Wales,
Englain isnae th' smartest. Ye shuid awready ken that he aye aye a bawherr slow. He haes aye bin stubborn enough nae tae care that we waant hee haw tae dae wi' th' wee besom. Trust me th' shock collar wull wirk better whin it comes tae Englain. He doesn't lik' pain 'n' wull likelie greet whin shocked.
With love, Scotland
P.S. Guid. If ye didnae ah wid stairt ca'in ye Ireland juist tae pish ye aff.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jul 27, 2011 21:58:23 GMT -5
Ciao Scotland~, When you talk to France, tell him I want my wine back. Amore, Angelica (Sicily)
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 22:27:16 GMT -5
Dear Scotland,
Saint Lucia was wondering why we hate Lloegr so much. He is slow, isn't he. I might shock him just for the fun of it.
With Love, Wales
P.S. If you do that I would have punched you. At least my national animal isn't a Unicorn.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 22:35:26 GMT -5
Dear Sicily,
Ah wid tell France tae gie ye back yer wine bit we baith drank it a'. 'twas pure guid wine. Ah wis sae blootert that ah cannae mind whit happened whilk wid normally pelter (panic) me.
Ye micht wantae scouk (hide) yer wine frae France frae noo oan. A'm sorry aboot swallyin yer wine.
Sincerely, Scotland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 22:41:58 GMT -5
Dear Wales,
Thare ur mony reasons tae hate Englain. Ah cannae hulp it that ah dinnae lik' bein' aroond him. Ye shouldn't shock him awfy much or he micht caw intae a masochist 'n' begin tae gilravage (enjoying) it. We dinnae waant that tae stairt happening.
Clam up Wales! yer juist jealous fur ye cannae huv mah unicorn!
With love, Scotland
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 27, 2011 22:48:04 GMT -5
Dear Scotland,
I agree on the many reasons to hate Lloegr and not liking to be around him. I won't just whenever he tries to poison my sheep with his food.
Why would I be jealous? I have a dragon and everyone knows dragons beats unicorns.
With love, Wales
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jul 27, 2011 22:48:57 GMT -5
Ciao Scotland, ...you drank my wine.
Angelica (Sicily)
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