Ladies and Gentlemen, proudly presenting, the tactical bagpipe. Imagine if the squirrel got himself a set of these... and think carefully before posting...
This is awesome - as an alumnus of a Scottish university, I heartily approve! You've provided this not a moment too soon. This could have come in handy last week during a discussion of micro adjustment clasps
That kind of shows how we Scots deal with extremism. Make it look stupid. Unless of course, you try something really daft like attempting to suicide bomb Glasgow airport, then we get a tad more miffed. Oh, and here's some more piping for those who like it
How a Phillies fan can be "Pirate" anything boggles my NL-loving mind. Next you'll tell me that cats and dogs are living together! gatorcpa
So going to rewatch Ghostbusters right TF now ... Oh and yes the tactical bagpipe seems to be a Perfect Tool for a lot of BS discussions
Well if your going to have a proper bagpipe thread you have to include the Badpiper..... Not to take the bagpipe thread off topic but you have to ask yourself....Does Thuderstruck sound better on the bagpipe or the cello?
Odd, but whenever I hear bagpipes, the image that pops into my mind is.... Fair and full is your honest, jolly face, Great chieftain of the sausage race! Above them all you take your place, Stomach, tripe, or intestines: Well are you worthy of a grace As long as my arm. The groaning trencher there you fill, Your buttocks like a distant hill, Your pin would help to mend a mill In time of need, While through your pores the dews distill Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour wipe, And cut you up with ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like any ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm steaming, rich! Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive: Devil take the hindmost, on they drive, Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by Are bent like drums; Then old head of the table, most like to burst, 'The grace!' hums. Is there that over his French ragout, Or olio that would sicken a sow, Or fricassee would make her vomit With perfect disgust, Looks down with sneering, scornful view On such a dinner? Poor devil! see him over his trash, As feeble as a withered rush, His thin legs a good whip-lash, His fist a nut; Through bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit. But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his ample fist a blade, He'll make it whistle; And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off Like the heads of thistles. You powers, who make mankind your care, And dish them out their bill of fare, Old Scotland wants no watery stuff, That splashes in small wooden dishes; But if you wish her grateful prayer, Give her [Scotland] a Haggis! No doubt the association is the result of attending a traditional Robert Burns dinner at the Hermit Club in Cleveland OH 20+ years ago. The stunning (literally) haggis was "piped" to the table and cut with great flair and ceremony to the delight of all the guests, who were well into their cups by then.