Town in the North East of Scotland like Aberdeen built of granite but unlike Aberdeen not populated by scummy toonsers.
By far the centre of the entire universe. Home of rich English wankers and violent wankers. Dont go out on the weekend unless you want to be battered by 40 and 50 year olds who think there still 16. The local school produced true Scottish heroes like Richard Arnold, Peter Nicol and that boy Callum who shoved a toilet brush up his arse and had a wank over gay porn.....in his work toilets. Barry Robson also went there but he died as a Scot the day he signed for Celtic.
Inverurie is my home and truly the greatest place in the entire world, kicks the shite oot of any other North East town especially Meldrum, Rothie and the cunts in Kemney
By far the centre of the entire universe. Home of rich English wankers and violent wankers. Dont go out on the weekend unless you want to be battered by 40 and 50 year olds who think there still 16. The local school produced true Scottish heroes like Richard Arnold, Peter Nicol and that boy Callum who shoved a toilet brush up his arse and had a wank over gay porn.....in his work toilets. Barry Robson also went there but he died as a Scot the day he signed for Celtic.
Inverurie is my home and truly the greatest place in the entire world, kicks the shite oot of any other North East town especially Meldrum, Rothie and the cunts in Kemney
by Rurieloon September 11, 2009
Get the Inveruriemug. 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.