Oh, yes, indeed, do let us speak of kilts. I love kilts. I love sporrans, swaying back in forth in time to a man's walk, leading the imagination to other things swaying, knee socks neatly concealing a deadly weapon (pronounced skin du, though I don't recall the Gaelic spelling). Mmmmm. I can tell you more about kilts than any sane person wants to know, but have probably given too much information already.
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