Re: A story of Kilted Attention or: Why I can't go commando!
Brooke can vouch for this.
A couple of years ago he visited Page. We were having lunch at a restaurant at a local marina. A drunk...no really drunk...lady approached us and began with the what's under the kilt? line. He, being taken, did better than I did. After putting up with all her drunken babbling her friends finally got her over to their boat and made preparation to get under way. I walked over to the boat - and having some fun - calling her on her shyte....showed her. Kind of fun to watch her gasp in fear/amazement as the boat pulled away from the dock. Could not have been a pretty sight....
So ladies - be CERTAIN you really wanna know the answer. It ain't always pretty....
My question is why can't the questioning ladies ever be sober??
Last edited by Riverkilt; 1st March 12 at 09:51 PM.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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