Buffalo plaid bears a basic Loch Ness to some Scottish tartans.
I know of a Highlander who would’ve kilt for a great tartan.
Let’s just skirt that issue.
A friend of mine started claiming he heard bagpipes 24 hours a day. They diagnosed him with scotsophrenia.
If you jump over a bottle of Glenfiddich, are you playing hop Scotch?
After that pun, you shouldn’t go scot-free.
Yep. Beam me up, Scotty!
Warning: Scottish cuisine can be haggis forming.
Oh, I can’t stomach that.
Sure you can, but it will take guts.
How offal.
It’ll take intestinal fortitude.
I just can’t digest this.
I don’t have chyme to talk about digestion.
I’m just boweled over by all of this.
Folks, Panache is damaged. It seems that these puns have rectum.
During digestion the gallbladder goes mo’ bile.
Please allow me to spleen myself.
I heard about a guy who had a problem with his spleen and he just went lymph and fell over.
At least I’m a long liver.