« Reply #14 on: November 03, 2009, 07:48:11 AM »
Where's yer kilt mon? Yer nae a Scottsman if ye'r nae wearing a skirt, I mean kilt, damn it, kilt. 
FQ13 whose kilt is in a fetching shade of hunting Ross (it matches the bag pipe cover), though I could barely play the darn things when I was in practice, now its just to torture the dog, and the neighbors, when I'm in a foul mood. 
I dinnae think a kilt is weel worth the muckle price they been asking. I hae nae kilt ba me tartan is that o' the Bruce Clan and a more fair plaid there never did be.
Honestly, I don't know how any true-to-nature Scot can dish out $1000 on a kilt when times are lean like they are today...

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