You might know him actually. His name's Enoch. We always used to call him "Grandpa E", now we can call him whatever we like 'cause he's pure mintal and disnae ken his ane name.
He certainly did. He said all them fings, for a good few years before his death he couldn't even wipe his own arse. We'd just leave him sitting there in his own shite.
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