Philosophy RE-affirmed

[cavscout]

Was out making some repairs on my roof yesterday in my PK MarPat. Temps were in the high 80's and high humidity. I was very comfortable once I stripped off my cotton T-Shirt and just let the sweat go. While working, I got drenched with a rain shower and the incredibly light PK abosrbed so much water it became as heavy as my UK Survival was when it was dry. I spread tarps over my project and got tools out of the rain before deciding to go inside and wait out the rain. I put on a pair of baggy basketball shorts to let the PK drip dry in the shower.

A bit later the rain stopped and I climbed back up on the roof still wearing the shorts. Right from the get-go the shorts were clinging due to sweat, slipping down when bending over, binding up everywhere ... It just went on and on. I was miserable dealing with these shorts.

I finally got fed up with being so uncomfortable, I climbed down and retrieved my still wet PK, strapped it on, kicked off the shorts and went back to work. I was much more comfortable in a wet kilt than in baggy shorts. No clinging, no binding and no plumbers crack.

Amen.

Can I get a witness brothers?

[Riverkilt]

Hallle Berry Luya !!

Boy, thoughts of having to crouch on a roof in (gag) pants...ouch!!

You bring back memories of sudden unexpected pain that I've had not had to endure since kilting up full time nearly a year ago....

Sometimes, the Ol' Coyote reminds us of the error of our ways when we stray from the unbifurcated path.

Glory be to FREEDOM!


Ron

[Randy]

Hallle Berry Luya !!

Thats great! What if I had choked on my drink reading this. Oh and can I say that in church.

[Retro Red]

Preach it, brutha Cavscout!

Course, yuz preachin' to the choir, here, but ain't nothin' wrong with that!

Let the kilted rabble raise their voices in praise - Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we're free at last!!!

.

[Pleater]

I got into a spot of bother on Wednesday last - well to be honest I chased after it until I caught it - a group of rude and ignorant boys decided to taunt the poor fat old lady in the funny skirt.

So I upped and chased them, they came back for more, so I chased them again.

I can't acutally catch a teenager any more but I can frighten them.

Then the oldest one, several inches taller than me turns to fight - knocks my hat off, gets his ears pulled, tries a punch, misses, and then tries to kick me - unfortunately whilst wearing a pair of droopy crotch trousers.

No contest - quite easy to block -well, actually my left hand ring finger is a bit bruised - but I really thought I was going to get hurt when he decided to stand his ground. Instead I could decide not to kick him back - he was a totally open target. That was the first time I ever really obeyed the karate rules - the bit about not taking advantage of superior ability.

In the end he suddenly remembered he had a knife in his pocket. He should never try to play poker. He returned to verbal abuse whilst he tried to pull it out the right way round, so I backed off and walked away.

I did wait in a shop door way which had a good heavy but not fixed down notice board - if he'd come after me I'd have hit him with it - but he obviously decided that he didn't have long enough horns to be safe near me.

I can truly say that on a sweltering hot day it is quite easy to run, dodge and block in a killt - and really difficult to kick in a pair of low crotch man made fibre trousers.

[way2fractious]

I got into a spot of bother on Wednesday last - well to be honest I chased after it until I caught it - a group of rude and ignorant boys...

Pleater, stop! You're killing me! ROTFL Now, if we can reenact this scene and get a video made, we could put you up against Hamish's video. Maybe we could get arrogcow to organize an amateur video contest similar to his 48-hour film contest.

[Pleater]

Pleater, stop! You're killing me! ROTFL Now, if we can reenact this scene and get a video made, we could put you up against Hamish's video. Maybe we could get arrogcow to organize an amateur video contest similar to his 48-hour film contest.

I am quite sure that - just as with radio - your own pictures are much better.

You can probably understand why I was always designated to be the bouncer when I used to go around with a group of folk singers.

I was usually the only female, and it wasn't as though I was much good at it.

No matter how I tried I could never get any of the trash I threw out to bounce, not even slightly. I could get stagger, limp and hobble just fine - but never bounce.

However - it must be the influence of the pleats - maybe the very handsome deep purple pleated skirt I used to wear quite a lot in those days, I still have it - but it has a 26 inch waist. I doubt I will ever fit into it again, but I did have so much fun when wearing it.

[UmAnOnion]

I got into a spot of bother on Wednesday last - well to be honest I chased after it until I caught it - a group of rude and ignorant boys decided to taunt the poor fat old lady in the funny skirt.

So I upped and chased them, they came back for more, so I chased them again.

I can't acutally catch a teenager any more but I can frighten them.

Then the oldest one, several inches taller than me turns to fight - knocks my hat off, gets his ears pulled, tries a punch, misses, and then tries to kick me - unfortunately whilst wearing a pair of droopy crotch trousers.

No contest - quite easy to block -well, actually my left hand ring finger is a bit bruised - but I really thought I was going to get hurt when he decided to stand his ground. Instead I could decide not to kick him back - he was a totally open target. That was the first time I ever really obeyed the karate rules - the bit about not taking advantage of superior ability.

In the end he suddenly remembered he had a knife in his pocket. He should never try to play poker. He returned to verbal abuse whilst he tried to pull it out the right way round, so I backed off and walked away.

I did wait in a shop door way which had a good heavy but not fixed down notice board - if he'd come after me I'd have hit him with it - but he obviously decided that he didn't have long enough horns to be safe near me.

I can truly say that on a sweltering hot day it is quite easy to run, dodge and block in a killt - and really difficult to kick in a pair of low crotch man made fibre trousers.

As much as i abhor violence, a good pummeling would have taught him & his @$$#0(& friends a good & well deserved lesson. I don't go looking for trouble but am far too happy to deal with it when it comes looking for me.

[Graham]

I've had identical experiences with shorts. I used to think they provided freedom of movement, but they are a poor second to a kilt.

I was working on a roof in the main street the other day, I no longer bother to change into shorts. I try to be modest, but if others have a problem with that - then it's their problem, not mine.

[Southern Breeze]

Shorts are GREAT

























for grease rags!