When a man willingly has his head clingfilmed to a lady’s bare bum, effectively “sealing in the freshness,” before she lets rip a series of farts that slow-cook him like a supermarket chicken.
Considered by locals to be the traditional mating ritual of Inverurie, often performed after a few pints and a kebab, and said to “bind two souls tighter than industrial clingfilm.”
Usually accompanied by soggy farts, muffled giggling, and one mate in the corner shouting, “It’s nae over till the clingfilm rips!"
Considered by locals to be the traditional mating ritual of Inverurie, often performed after a few pints and a kebab, and said to “bind two souls tighter than industrial clingfilm.”
Usually accompanied by soggy farts, muffled giggling, and one mate in the corner shouting, “It’s nae over till the clingfilm rips!"
“Dave didn’t make it to the pub last night — apparently, he was getting an Inverurie Oven from his new girlfriend. Lucky loon!"
“You know it’s love when Grant asked for seconds of the Inverurie Oven — romantic or tragic?”
“Sally dumped Paul ‘cause he wouldn’t try an Inverurie Oven. She said he wasn’t ‘husband material.’”
“Lads, I swear I nearly passed out — she gave me an Inverurie Oven deluxe after curry night.”
“Tourists think the East Aquhorthies Stone Circle is Inverurie’s biggest attraction. Locals know it’s the ass ovens.”
“You know it’s love when Grant asked for seconds of the Inverurie Oven — romantic or tragic?”
“Sally dumped Paul ‘cause he wouldn’t try an Inverurie Oven. She said he wasn’t ‘husband material.’”
“Lads, I swear I nearly passed out — she gave me an Inverurie Oven deluxe after curry night.”
“Tourists think the East Aquhorthies Stone Circle is Inverurie’s biggest attraction. Locals know it’s the ass ovens.”
by Thon bus driver August 29, 2025
Get the Inverurie Ovenmug.