filthy scotsman
How loving dare you. You kill my father, and my friends, and my loving WIFE to a post for not wanting your royal roosters? Maybe you go after our women so your children can have the chance of having a schlong longer than 3 inches, must feel small down there englishmen, and your men, who call themselves men? those whom walk through our villages and take bread and gold alike as if there is no consequence? for you shall grow fat and of old age, and die in some castle, but know that if your village was burned and your wife slaughtered, but you shall no remorse because we're not of your kind, WE'RE SCOTS and loving proud of it, so you can pick up your first sword and run with your tail behind you, because you have never met or shall be real men.
