Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!

She placed her fingertips on her forehead as if trying to gather her thoughts on how to handle this unexpected scenario. "Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the bear away. Bears are easily frightened unless it's mating season." "Oh, wouldn't it be just my horrible luck to fall on a horny bear?

Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.

I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.

Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.