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January 12, 2012

SPEAKING OF PANTS...

Who needs 'em?

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Finally, some kilt pictures! Thanks judi.

The whole page was worth it just for that shot of Liam Neeson in clan tartan.

Yes it was Diva.

as long as they dont wear fishnets and high heels, bring em on!

I learned a new word today - unbifurcated. Who knew?

I thought we were going to make it through this week without kilts. *SIGH*

Liar, liar, laplap on fire!

These aren't the kilts you're looking for. You can go about your business.

*...pants...*

Exactly, li.

Whenever Dave goes on tour we may as well just call this the "Men in Kilts Blog."

judi, how ya coming on getting Craig Ferguson to guest-blog while Dave's gone?

(If judi ever succeeds in getting Craig in, I think Dave's gonna meet with a mysterious travel accident. Several if necessary.)

I think we need our blogit men to post pics of themselves in kilts. Wouldn't that be great, ladies??

What a great idea Diva! I would love to see oldfatguy, mudstuffin, padraig, NMUA, Clankie,etc in a kilt while striking a sexy pose.

I think you might be disappointed in the results, ladies. Also, turnabout's fair play. You'd have to submit something alluring.

Here's your opportunity to protest for equal rights for women.

For my part, it's not happening, Cindy.

Oh come on Elon! We blog ladies will even assume you all live in a cold climate, iykwim. I'd also like to see O the U in a kilt.

OK, Ralph ... so the "news item" sez the brides are doin' this "to make their marriage last longer" ... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... well, it should (at least) give it an earlier start ... merely ... um ... nope ... best nevermind that thot ...

Moi Ownself in a kilt? Not likely ... tho not impossible, n'cin' ... if y'all wuz here right now you'd notice (?)(!) about as near to a "kilt" as I ever get, especially durin' a Nodak winter (so, considerin' the fact that I'm home alone and not goin' outdoors any time soonishly, it's prolly a good thing yer NOT here ... wouldn't wanna be blamed for the shock, or the projectile vomitationalism) ... HOWever ... next time we go to Ireland (mebbe in abt. within the next 15 months, depends on plans & schedules) there could possibly be sum circumstance where it'd actually happen ... but there's a ban on cameras in Ireland for that day, so ... the universe will not hafta cope with that, and the eyeball bleach can be saved for more important usageness ...

Well, all male input on the blog in Dave's absence seems to have been kilt.

Besides which already ... the concept of "sexy pose" and "O the Umanity" do NOT belong in the same sentence ... or paragraph ... or area code ...

What a sad state of affairs, O. *sigh*

pad, mud, wiredog...? Any takers? *sigh again*

And Ralph, that law was obviously written by some dirty old man who wants to be the official Knicker Checker.

>> I would love to see oldfatguy, mudstuffin, padraig, NMUA, Clankie,etc in a kilt while striking a sexy pose.<<

That would have to be a really big quilt to fit all of us.

Especially with mud' in there ... he's (to paraphrase a famous, wise person) "larger than the average bear ..."

If you blog guys don't own a kilt just ask your wives if you can borrow one of her plaid skirts. Then ask her to take your picture in it so you can put it on the internet. I'm sure she won't mind.

Guys, don't wilt. There's no guilt so long as you've filt your kilt to the hilt.

I'm still hung up on "bifurcated".

Next time I'm calling a friend to ask about appropriate attire for a social event, I'll have to ask if a bifurcated garment is okay, or if I have to wear a damned dress and those stoopid pantyhose.


DONALD, WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS
(Traditional)

The Men They Couldn't Hang


I just got down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers

I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

If His Blogness ever shows up for a signing/reading north of the Illinois border, I'll show up in full kilt, sporrin, dirk, hell, I'll bring a firkin full o'cabers.

I am NOT playing any damn bagpipes. If anyone provides a proper uilann pipe I'll give it a toot.

Why the fuss, guys? It's just another kind of hat, right?

pad, I'm marking that one down and if he shows up in cheeseland, I'll be there to see it!

Wow it really has turned into a kilt blog, even have kilt spam!!!

I miss Dave already. I don't know how I'll survive...

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