[B][COLOR="Red"][SIZE="1"]Reverend Earl Trefor the Sublunary of Kesslington under Ox, Venerable Lord Trefor the Unhyphenated of Much Bottom, Sir Trefor the Corpulent of Leighton in the Bucket, Viscount Mcclef the Portable of Kirkby Overblow.
Cymru, Yr Alban, Iwerddon, Cernyw, Ynys Manau a Lydaw am byth! Yng Nghiltiau Ynghyd!
(Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Cornwall, Isle of Man and Brittany forever - united in the Kilts!)[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]
When you're at a kilt night in Hamilton and accidentally find yourself in a ripper bar and the dancer is peeling off a minikilt and you're arguing over what the tartan is, you might be an XMarker*
*McMurdo, Improv1, Hendry... but not I .
Wasn't that one of the reasons the SOKS met at the Judge & Jester last month - waitresses in box-pleated mini-kilts?
And did we ever figure out what tartan that was?*
*I must admit, after stari ... er, observing it for a couple of hours, I didn't figure it out. But I kept getting distracted by the blond whose kilt was askew.
Originally Posted by ccga3359
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