Drunk. Scottish. Bitter.

Drunk. Scottish. Bitter.

The interviewing panel's faces fell at her answer, but if you ask someone like Morag McDoone a stupid question like: "Which 3 words would you use to describe yourself" what do you

expect? True, perhaps her rebuttal was a bit aggressive, but it was also true and Morag McDoone didn't have time for half-witted interviewers and bothersome dullards.

Morag McDoone just ran over those annoying people with her car. It served them right. As she was plowing down a sidewalk one day a piece of paper stuck on her windshield. It read

'Stop Morag McDoone before she runs us all over! Emergency meeting tonight at Clancy's'. Morag could not believe what she was reading. She disguised herself as Mr. Ed and went to

the meeting. Nooone would "suspect a talking horse" was her reasoning. It almost worked too. "I n'er saw a better driver 'n Morag McDoone. You caynt take her licence!" she brayed.

Almost 4-1/2 years latet , Mr. Ed was on TV with his slogan, "A horse is a horse, of course of course, unless its Mr. Ed." He started a distillery in an abandoned warehouse, where

this was seen as just cause to no longer calling it an abandoned warehouse. Mr. Ed's road apples would have clearly shown to anybody interested that the warehouse was back in busin

business. I liked those apples. They tasted like fall.