Addendem: No, I do not have a kilt. I do wish I could play the bagpipes, though. It's on the bucket list.
Thank you for the interest. All I'm getting from the other jackwagons is grief. Unintellectual bastages....
Whenever we lose a soldier in our Command, there's a former soldier who gets all kilted up and walks down the chapel to the memorial playing Amazing Grace. The whole ceremony itself is incredibly mournful, but the bagpipes and the 1st Sergeant's Roll Call will make any man weep. Now that I've made everyone sad, my point: No one is ever going to make fun of that man for wearing a kilt.
Yeah, Bristol is the classy stop on the tour. Pray he never goes to Pocono. Yankee rubes, the worst kind.
Get a mullet, knock out a few teeth, wear flannel and jeans, drink nothing but Molson. yeah, you can be a redneck. Fire Gary Bettman! And Don Fehr!