But it was not humour, you rustic. It was damnation of your marbles of both the places: hidden beneath the hairs on head and those enclosed within hanging pouch, made of skin from elbows.
I wouldn't let that...AHHHH.....offensive foul vile....AHHHH..... odiferous Scotsman anywhere near me....CHOOOOOOOO.....sniffle cough cough cough......