in desperate attempt to mock me, a friend showed up on st. patty's day at this irish pub/restarunt I sometimes go to (its more of a family restaurnt setting), now he walked into 3 others kilted including myself. he was clad in a ren fest looking shirt, bright blue socks stretched to his knees, tennis shoes, and a peice of tartan (looked remarkably like the Xmarks tartan) cloth no more the 15inches wide wrapped around him at his waist and then help up with a piece of rope.
that was terrible. but, the poor girl at the desk wouldn't let him into the restaurnt in his poor choise of clothing. haha!
the best part of it was, he drove home, and put some real clothing on and had to come back. and the other kilted guys much older, man they gave him hell for it!
long story short, after I saw that, I don't want anything to do with it again, (unless it involves young attractive women, but thats another story
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~Casey
[SIZE="1"]"It's the job thats never started that takes the longest to finish. Thats what my old Gaffer used to say." - Samwise Gamgie, J.R.R. Tolkein[/SIZE]
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