In the closing hours of the wedding the Bride's family sang a song to the lucky couple.
Above is Paul with the legendary Scotsman and the groom. Oh...and the rumor about how they wear there kilts is true. Give'em enough Heineken and watch for yourself.
To the left, the brides father and one of the Irish sisters learns of the Potato Famine from the prospective of Scotland. Which goes something like this. "Der goddt man. Swallow yur ferkin pride and come over to Scotland. Eye got soo many of the damned things i might as well fill mi bathtub with em' and take a ferkin bath in the ferkin things."
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