My buddy Colin and I (both of us born and raised Georgians, aswell as Rosses), hit the town kilted, every once and a while.
Our voices are so similar that our mothers cannot always tell us apart, if their backs are turned. As luck would have it, we've also cultivated the exact same Scottish accent. We pull it out, on occasion, and the ladies generally get stars in their eyes... we don't mean to be deceptive, mind you, we just do it for kicks. We even fooled a couple of girls who had spent a month in Scotland, one time. It's horrible, but it's really fun.