Originally Posted by
Mr. MacDougall
I seem to recall even Shakespeare (as evidenced in 12th Night) thought these foolish.
"She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg, being cross-gartered, and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised. "
SHHHHHHSSSSSSHHHHH!
I have told Grant that yellow stockings never fail to get a fellow kilt checks! 
Cheers
Jamie
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
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