It's the Pubkilt talking
I am Kiltman, hear me roar. Or burp. One of those two things, a burp-hiccup, loudly setting my glass down on the table, or roaring at the band. What?, I'm out, this bar band is killing it. Throw a fuckin fiddle in there and I'm sold.
You can drop f-bombs in the Pubkilt, by all means, hell try not to if you're going out drinking and cutting loose. But you probably shouldn't if you're a spokesperson. Whoops.
I am Kiltman, hear me spin inappropriate blog copy. Meta blog copy too, that's almost worse.