Very distantly related to our more Apochryphal one.)
"Have you ever seen a ghost?"
"Yes I have. It was a highly enjoyable experience. She was nude and nubile and in her twenties. She was gorgeous with a real wanton look. I'll freely admit that her ghostly features were a slight drawback, but I suppose you'd expect that really.
Another minus was the stake which had been plunged into her right breast, but that didn't matter so much as you got a very fine view of the left one. Perfect, even though, there again, it did look a bit ghostly. Those were all the naughty bits I could see as the rest was hidden by judiciously placed swirls of ectoplasm. Her stomach seemed quite big so she was probably having a phantom pregnancy."
"What was she doing?"
"Nothing much. Haunting, I suppose. She seemed quitre bored."
"Where was this?"
"In an old Inn in Edinburgh."
"Not the MacTavish and Haggis?"
"Yes, actually I think it was."
"My God! I think you must have seen Lady Jane MacTavish, the Wanton Witch of the West, the world's rarest ghost!"
"Oh really? Well whoever she was, she had a great pair of tits, judging by the one I could see."
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