This drunken Scotsman accosted me as I was waiting in line for the Oak Ridge Boys Thursday afternoon. He seemingly just wanted to love on someone, including yours truly. He went down the line hugging everyone like he had a Pez full of ecstasy stashed in his kilt. That or he thought I was Mr. Clean's swishy son and wanted to blow people's minds back in Glasgow.
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