Originally Posted by
Alan H
So I'm at the Stanford Hammer field.... ....
....The van passed by .... .... it came back.... .... at about 1/33rd speed, .... .... comes to a screeching halt in the middle of the street and about a dozen very fit, very trim, very pretty UCSB track team girls come pouring out. I now have the telephone numbers for most of them...
.... .... I'll share....*NOT*
Behold ye, the power of the kilt. flippin' incredible
This is that time when you sell your soul, go for the flesh, 
have a significant life enriching experience and wake up fourteen years later and say to yourself, "OK, that worked out fine!" 
Go, have fun, don't work at, make it fun! Kilt them, for they know not, what they wear. Where am I now?
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