Like a Playboy Spread Only with Less Boobs and More Leg-hair
Last week a bunch of people asked me to get the picture of me in a kilt, well I'm here to tell you that I don't have access to them and even if I did I totally wouldn't put them out on the interweb because of all the sexual tension and randiness that would ensue. That's like letting a tiger loose in a field of sweet little lambs, only the lambs are tied to a tree and covered in barbeque sauce and the tiger is dressed up as their mom.
This is my friend Ian and I at my Plaid Party in 1991.
Don't forget in 1991 we still only hated the French and we hadn't resorted to things like "Freedom Fries" yet so a beret was acceptable although not commonplace and also don't forget I was drunk and look at those gams will ya? Sigh.