As big as a whiskey bottle, which you drunken yobbos up there know all about, longer than your short arms and smaller than your large pockets, bigger than your little brain and larger than your little dick.
"How's the flat you're living in in London, Jock?" asks his mother when he calls home to Aberdeen.
"It's okay," he replies, "but the woman next door keeps screaming and crying all night and the guy on the other side keeps banging his head on the wall."
"Never you mind," says his mother, "don't you let them get to you, just ignore them."
"Aye, that I do," he says, "I just keep playing my bagpipes."
Less o' the drunken and yobbo I am a picture of moderation in most things ... getting a little bit personal ... but then so was I about your avatar! LOL to the joke. Don't drink much of the whiskey as I rarely have the company and the better half has no taste for it! Though being close to the Moray coast we are right in the middle of one of the biggest producing areas I understand.