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Blessings
that do not bring on drunkenness, nakedness,
or sleep are no blessings.-- from the Triads.
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Clan
Customs
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No Clan has done more than the
MacThoys to
resist the inroads of Frumpiness, Temperance, Safety Belts, Leash Laws, Curbside
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Clan survives today. Its members still
cling to their ancestor's tenements: Bibamus, Futuamus, Pecuniam
Alienam Profundamus. Their drinking toast "Up Yours!"
can still be heard ringing out in pubs
and from around campfires to this day.
And when pressed, they still believe
that is possible to win a land war in
Asia. |
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Pictured
above left to right, Laird Og, the Widow Sessidi, Killian Flynn
(then Champion now Laird Apparent), the Widow Shevaun,
& Thorgrim (CEO of Thorgrim Laboratories)
in the summer of 1995--ed |
The
Clan itself turned out a goodly amount of "the
veriest varlets that ever ate with a tooth" as one shire reeve described them.
The
Clan MacThoy Society
assembled information on the following topics for the
Reader's edification:
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