As we crossed the damp misty moorland of Scotland we observed a tribe of Gingerigine's. They stalked the shadows of the scots pines avoiding the sunlight, their ginger hair betraying their presence as they stalked their main prey, the illusive Haggis.
A divine and mystical creature of incredible rarity; appears in the form of a thin pale skinned man with glasses and fiery red ginger hair and beard; can be attributed the importance and religious standing of a god. He is all powerful and the cause of all things mysterious.
Ermagerdit’s the Gingerman!
You cannot defy the Gingerman.
You do not find the Gingerman, he finds you.
When a fair skinned ginger person, occasionally with bad tattoos on there body; which likes various pastries and cheese spreads. Enlists their girlfriend/fiancé/wife to gag them with a pork pie and fuck them up the arse using only soft cheese spread as lubricant.
I can’t wait for my girlfriend to gingerpig me. I love the feeling of pork pie in my mouth with warm dairy lee in my bum hole. I do love a gingerpig.