SOKS Emma's June 27

[Improv1]

I'm hoping to make it tonight, though I will be late if I do come... My son's 10th birthday!
If, perchance, I don't make it, please raise the customary pint for missing comrades.
Cheers!

[ccga3359]

So I'm leaving for the pub in 30 minutes. McMurdo is on route so there's no way for him to check XMarks before hand. So here's the plan. Mr. IoS is going to wear his Maple leaf in my hometown to impress the ladies because he knows I'll be in my ML (the bastard). No doubt he'll match it with his SOKS t-shirt as this will be his first opportunity to display the combination in public. I've already tried he look and yes I looked good, damn good if I do say so myself. Alas, no lassies no attempts at a kilt check. I will wear my khaki shirt that I got for my Desert Camo FK as it nicely pulls the colour of one of the lines in the ML. This will compleatly pull the rug out from under McMurdo (which by the way I swear he wears one, but that's an entirly different rant in a entirely different back-stabbing thread). Add to this, i shaved off my muttonchops (too much grey, way too much grey). I now look younger than McMurdo by ten years which will make me look a sophisticated 30-something in the midst of a rabblette of adoring twenty-somethings. McMurdo is toast this time around (he who got lifted leaving the bar last time making the score 1-0 for him and well 13 for Improv-Uncle Fester-1 of Dunnville fame (how he does it? I do not know "Crikey, I'm from Australia too Sheila...!).

The ladies will have no choice! Let the games begin.


Unless I end up just warming the ladies up for the late-arriving Improv1, again.
So help me if this happens yet again i shall drown my sorrow at the bottom of a fruity ta*kill*ya based drink with two paper umbrellas in it.

[ccga3359]

Plan failed. The closest to any kilt checks was when Hendry scared the crap out of an unwitting chipmunk whilst "watering" one of how many trees.

[Wompet]

You guys went and a kilt night without me. I'm hurt. Or I would be, but -

Plan failed. The closest to any kilt checks was when Hendry scared the crap out of an unwitting chipmunk...

Kilt camp. One week long. 21 kiltmakers, and the only guy was me. Plus all the female Highland dancers at the concurrent dance camp. 'Say no more, say no more.

[ccga3359]

You guys went and a kilt night without me. I'm hurt. Or I would be, but -

Kilt camp. One week long. 21 kiltmakers, and the only guy was me. Plus all the female Highland dancers at the concurrent dance camp. 'Say no more, say no more.

Thank you for making that sacrifice, and being the sole representative of SOKS. I, I don't like you very much right now .