Two Glasgow boys, Archie and Jock, are sitting in the pub

discussing Jock's forthcoming wedding.

"Ach, it's all going magic," says Jock. "I've got everything

organised already, the flowers, the church, the cars, the reception,

the rings, the minister, even ma stag night..."

Archie nods approvingly.

"Hell, I've even bought a kilt to be married in!" continues Jock.

"A kilt?" exclaims Archie, "That's grand, you'll look pure smart in that!

"And what's the tartan?" Archie then enquires.

"Och," says Jock, "I'd imagine she'll be in white.

Oh fer Gods Sakes! 'Tis true!!! :-)

Reminds me of the first time I wore a kilt to the Rennaisance Festival... A little kid ran up, lifted the kilt and screamed to his mother... " Yup, he's naked under here!" I nearly died laughing, and his mother turned beet red.

Yeah... That'll teah'em to have them kind of thoughts "out loud".... Their little "carpet rats" hear that stuff...