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[trinityofone]

Just so everyone knows, I am heading off to Scotland tomorrow, and away from the glorious land of the internet tonight, so that's why I shan't be responding to posts, comments, etc. You know, as opposed to the times when I just randomly disappear for no reason.

I'll be back Monday, and I'll finish filling the rest of the comment songs then. You can still request one, if you like. Mmm, music.

I feel like there's some brilliant Scottish joke that I should be making, but I'm just not finding it. Um. Blah blah blah haggis blah Richard Mayhew blah Highlander blah blah is this a dagger that I see before me, the handle toward my blah. Peter Mackay. The end.

Yeah, I'll just be going now...

Wait. A one last thought to leave you with.

siriaeve: The McKays were probably Scottish. Maybe Rodney would have to wear a kilt at some family function.
trinityofone: Maybe Rodney would have to wear a kilt at his wedding. With nothing on under.
siriaeve: That is tradition. If Rodney is going to do something, he's going to do it right.
trinityofone: I have gone to a very happy place.

...A place where Rodney and John are having sex, and Rodney's wearing a KILT, in case you weren't quite clear on that. And that is what I will be thinking about as I wing my way to Scotland. If I come back to find that someone has WRITTEN it, well...that'll just be a special bonus.

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[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Hee. I can totally see him being angry about having to wear a kilt, and complaining the entre way through whatever he's having to wear it for, and John making fun of him a little, and Rodney being all, "Shut up. You have no right to talk about weird fashion statements, Mr. My-Hair-Doesn't-Move." And John being all, "Nah, actually, I appreciate your kilt." And then showing him just how much he appreciates it, because kilts are something everyone appreciates for their totally easy access. Not, um, that I'd know about that or anything. *cough*

YAY SCOTLAND.