This past Sunday morning after throwing practice (practice, so we were not kilted), a small group of us went out for breakfast. While waiting outside for our table, an older gent rode up on a nice vintage motorcycle with a side car. A couple of us struck up a conversation with him about the bike, and he admitted that he bought it to meet women, but unfortunately he had received more interest from other guys instead of ladies. We all just looked at each other and smiled, waiting for one of us to suggest that he trade the bike for a kilt…
"When I wear my Kilt, God looks down with pride and the Devil looks up with envy." --Unknown
Proud Chief of Clan Bacon. You know you want some!
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