One has to assume that Improv1 is now consious but that Dunnville is so backwards that they still have to use the crank on the telephone. Dick is probably so weak wristed as he is still on dial-up!
So here is a picture to whet some appetites:
From left to right;
Owner of the pub (the wife). Note I did not get her name or a kiltcheck but she did love my camo kilt...
The bartender who swiped the kilt hanging on the wall of the bar in honour of our kilt night. Sorry didn't get a name...
A Waitress again no name or kiltcheck notice work uniform, I did...
Mexpiper flaunting his Shadow Saffron SWK who joined us from Rochester NY and is actually fluent in greenbacks & rainbow currency (way to go Sam)...
RKilt's everso hoity-toity Robert (Canuck) in his kiltcheck stealing leather Rkilt. Please not that Robert is barely 10 years older than me but looks 25 years my senior (funnily enough this number matches how many more kiltchecks he's gotten over me since April...
The always so handsome Me (ccga3359) with freshly cropped hair. yet still no bloody kiltchecks aside from the half-hearted one that Robert payed a girl for. I'm wearing my Desert Camouflage FK as Dunnville is Redneck Ontario central, it did get notice and approval but no kiltchecks.
Scott the other owner of the pub and will probably be kilted very soon according to his wife...
Dunnville's hairless Improv1. Whom even with being accompanied by his lovely wife was getting kiltchecked left, right and center...
Lastly (in front of Dick) is SOKS answer to Dirka, Lisa (or is that Improv2)?
Absent from this picture was McMurdo and Wompet and for lame reason... Oh I have to work in the morning,
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A good time was had by all, except for me! The SOKS come off at the next kilt night...
Originally Posted by ccga3359
One has to assume that Improv1 is now consious but that Dunnville is so backwards that they still have to use the crank on the telephone. Dick is probably so weak wristed as he is still on dial-up!
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