When I was a wee child singing Auld Lang Syne at the top of my lungs, I remember dreaming of one day playing the bag pipes minus the kilt. Now, as a relative adult, I have less aspirations of playing the pipes, and more interested in strutting around with a kilt. To let the bojangles breathe a bit, you see. Remind me to never play with that leathery bag near your vicinity, BRO-nado.

Couldn't the office just have pooled a thousand guilders to send him on his way?? Think about the children!