Remember what I said about Scottish pubs being classier? I lied. Featuring me dad, me brother Bob, me ma, me brother Will, an' me granma. Will and Bob as usual realize what's going on. Bob as usual tells me ma'. Notice the fruit machine in the corner and the real live Scottish pub candles. It was pretty awesome if we hadn't been so tired. I think everybody was thinking the same thing right then: "Oh Christ I need a pint or two right now."
My dad is pretty adorable. So are the Scottish lowlands lasses, I don't think anybody could argue there.
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