This particular form of cancer is the kind that affects menfolk, the prostate and testicular kind. I, of course, abhor all forms of cancer with a burning seething hatred bordering on madness. But I digress.
You can find lots of places to donate from, please do go somewhere and lend your support. I put my shekels with Evyl Robot. Every little bit helps. Even if you think it's not enough, it is enough.
No, I'm not wearing a kilt. There are just some things that are too heinous to contemplate. I do wonder how that would work in a convertible though...wind blowing through...
ok enough of that. Go somewhere and donate, won't you?
And if you're my age, get checked.
This picture, which as far as I know has nothing to do with KTKC, was shamelessly stolen from The Feral Irishman. From whence he obtained it, I know not.
4 comments:
Dang, that's not so much a kilt, as a tartan dish-towel!
Not that I'm complaining, though...!
It looks a lot better on her than it would look on me, I can promise you that.
Thanks for dropping by RA!
With the top off it's no problem.
The sporran is the problem in the car. Just can't have the wheel down where I like it.
Always nice to hear from an expert on these matters.
Thanks for dropping by Angus!
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