Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Once upon a time, we went to a Robert Burns dinner. Actually, we went to the same Burns dinner several years running, a multi-culti fest organized by a Scottish woman and her Japanese-American husband at small Catskills hotel with a French restaurant. I know, the head spins. Men wore kilts, my husband addressed the haggis, Scotch was consumed. And photos were taken, with a disposable film camera that we had kicking around for some odd reason.
Many months later, many, I finished the roll of film and had it developed.
Much to my surprise, because of course by then I'd completely forgotten having had the camera at the Burns dinner, I discovered that some enterprising gentleman had "borrowed" the camera and taken a picture of what was under his kilt.
In case you are wondering, it was uncircumcised.
4 comments:
Folks are so thoughtful. Especially drunk folks.
Admission: I clicked through from my reader to see if this post came with photos. Of the haggis, of course.
...well, you were in the Catskills! B-)
ROFL<MAO!!!
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