So I go swanning into the art galleries, handsome and graceful. And what do I see? Heids
Mad heids everywhere. Like loads of guys with no bodies, all going “hawwww”
But if you look at them close up, they don’t even seem bothered. They look like they’re laughing
I tell you, I couldn’t believe my eyes
But the youngsters didn’t seem too impressed
Of course, with this being Glasgow, someone took offence to me making fun of the exhibition. I got a push in the back, and turned to face an angry member of the public
But we had a wee talk about it over a coffee, and got things straightened out. Then I headed home, but not before seeing a ghost,
making some organ jokes
and clocking big brother, subtly keeping an eye on us all
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