Scottish Highlands
by Scott Hardie on April 23, 2007
Seeing a man in a kilt, the thought occurred to me, "Ha ha! I wonder if anybody has come up with 'upkilt' porn?" Then I checked online. Someone has, and it's not funny.
Reminds me of when Mel Gibson was shooting Braveheart and got up the courage to ask one of the burly locals what he was wearing under his kilt. The man glared at him menacingly and growled, "Your wife's lipstick."
Two Replies to Scottish Highlands
Scott Hardie | April 27, 2007
I heard Gibson tell the story on The Tonight Show. That doesn't answer whether it's true or made up, but it gives you a pretty good idea. :-)
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Aaron Shurtleff | April 25, 2007
Is that a true story, Scott, or is this another one of those great comebacks that turn out to be a hoax or an urban legend? The comeback seems too perfect to be true, but I can always hope it's true! :)