Glasgow, being my true home, was a common place for my day trips and holidays when I was living in London. I loved everything about Scotland, mainly the food. Ah the breakfast specials. You can never find food quite as nice anywhere else in this world.
Well regardless, taking Sherlock, Sam and Gene off with me to see the sheep in the fields? Big mistake.
Deciding it was a great experience while drunk? Big mistake.
Deciding it was a great experience while drunk? Big mistake.
Hopping over the fence to have a better look? Big mistake.
Needless to say, sheep can get surprisingly touchy and the whole thing ended with a sheep trying to graze on my hair and licking the back of my head. If it wasn't for Gene scaring it off, I would of been devoured!
Say whatever you will, I'm sure they were evil murderous sheep. They even went for Sammy afterwards during which we ran for our lives.
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