There was a Scottish King who didn’t love sheep. He was labeled a Ewe-shirker.
Hear about the Scottish dwarf who owned a microbrewery, and was also a vampire?
They called him Plaid the Imp Aler.
The Last King of Scotland was also eweslurped.
The Scotsman’s lover cheated on him. How did he feel?
A Scottish cat, aka a plaid o’puss.
What did the Scottish dwarf have under his garments? Rumpled kilt skin.
What’s the favourite ride of Scotsmen? Eweber. It’s sheeper than a regular taxi.
I stole a kilt and I plaid guilty.
I was mocked for being insufficiently Scottish. They actually threatened to have me kilt.
My Scottish friend complained that his sheep orgy was broken up by the cops. I consoled him saying “I feel four ewes.”