Dudes in kilts
At this point, what kilt joke has not been said to someone wearing a kilt? Well, we'll tell you: Knock knock. Who’s there? Kilt? Kilt who? You should be kilt for wearing that. Hmmm. Maybe don't say that one.
These are meatheads-in-training, traveling in packs and acting like they want to get in a fight while secretly kind of hoping they don't get in a fight, though they definitely will, at some point, get in a fight.
Same as above, but legally allowed in bars to drink. So that's great.
Same again, but stuck in time. Acid wash jeans: check. "Going out" Timberlands: check. Don Sweeney Bruins jersey: check. They roll out of bed every morning expecting to be disrespected (loosely defined), so tread lightly when they inevitably ask you "where the $#%* you from?".
The shrieking party girl brigade
What has a muffin top, is dressed in gaudy bedazzled St. Patrick’s Day gear, and howls like a banshee? Answer: the classy lady-friend spilling her drink on your jacket as she tries to get an unsolicited selfie with the guy in the kilt. Will later be sobbing uncontrollably for reasons that were never entirely clear, especially to her.