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Under the Kilt

PostPosted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:52 pm
by LANDROVER ROGER
A kilted Scotsman was walking down a country path after finishing off
a large amount of whisky at a local pub. He felt quite sleepy and
decided to nap against a tree.
As he slept, two female tourists heard his loud snoring. When they
found him, one said, "I've always wondered what a Scotsman wears under
his kilt."
She boldly walked over to the sleeper, raised his kilt, and saw that
he wore nothing at all. Her friend said, "Well, the mystery is solved!
Let's thank him for sharing!"
She took off her pretty blue hair ribbon and gently tied it around the
Scotsman's endowment. A while later, the Scotsman was awakened by the
Call of nature. He raised his kilt and was bewildered at the sight of
the neatly tied blue ribbon. He stared for a minute, then said, "I
don't know where y'been laddie... but it's nice ta see you won firrrst
prrrize!" :wink:

Re: Under the Kilt

PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 3:36 am
by EMDEE
Roger

Your slightly intimidating avatar and the above story about a drunken Scotsman reminded me of a poem by Robert Burns, who, as you may be aware, has a significant anniversary this weekend.

See "Poetry Discussion" on the forum.

Re: Under the Kilt

PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:22 am
by LANDROVER ROGER
EMDEE wrote:Roger

Your slightly intimidating avatar and the above story about a drunken Scotsman reminded me of a poem by Robert Burns, who, as you may be aware, has a significant anniversary this weekend.

See "Poetry Discussion" on the forum.

Read it thank you.Avatar will be on for a while. :wink: