yes
i do have a friend, who shall remain nameless that drunkenly thought it would be a good idea to pretend to be a scottish(dundonian to be exact) trucker one night down t'pub (rural Norn Iron) He then stupidly chatted up some old ugly bint who's mother was from Glasgow. In his inebriated state he concluded at the end of the night that retiring to the aforementioned ugly old bints residence for some carnal activity was in order. When he got there he was delighted to be introduced to her scottish mother who was babysitting the children, before being whisked upstairs to do the dirty dirty deed - all whilst pretending to be scottish - so followed apparently the nastiest walk of shame the next morning.
(little lord muthafuckin fauntleroy, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 16:35, Reply)