I’m feeling sorry for men (excluding Scotsmen in kilts of course) who never get to feel the gentle breeze wafting beneath one’s billowing skirt on a hot Summer’s day.

I’m feeling sorry for men (excluding Scotsmen in kilts of course) who never get to feel the gentle breeze wafting beneath one’s billowing skirt on a hot Summer’s day.

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