Haggis MacNugget
"Looks like Haggis, tastes like Chicken"
Birth Date: 9th day of the month of Julius C�sar
Birth Place: In a nunnery. No, Really, it's true!!! A Nunnery in Mexico... I SWEAR!!!
Birth Name: Daniel Gordon Sanchez Broderick DeLaCruz Zealand 
Nick Name: Haggis to most,  "Shutupdan" to Dragonfly
Joined the Clan MacNugget: To Seek the Holy Grail!!!
That and to find the best ale in the shire,
and frolic in the ways meant for a Highlander
Favorite Beverage: Newcastle, Bass, Whiskey
Favorite Food: Chicken Breasts. Well, Breasts of any kind, really... Anything with malt, barley or hops in it, but breasts will do.
Fantasies: As the surprised Indian said, "Sheep Lie"
Personal Goal: To Single-handedly piss of the Celt Camp, using nothing more than our Cheer, Flag, and Beautiful lasses.
Wait... We DID that already?
Dagnabbit!!! I need a new goal now!
After being (willingly) coaxed into a journey into the shire with Scandalous many moons ago, this Highlander decided to revisit and see what trouble he could stir up. After confusing the HELL out of the Spaniards by speaking their language got a bit stale, he met up with an interesting Irishman named Brian MacDougall (or was that Bryan McDougle?). Deciding that the name was too much to ponder (especially after THAT much ale) he decided to rename the Irishman Oedipus. Along their journey, he helped rid Oedipus of a dreary wench with the prospect of MORE wenches... and along the way, they both made company with MadDog. The three plotted to change the village... change the Empire... Change the WORLD!!!
Then they got tired of thinking and decided to visit the Ale Stand

With the sharp witticisms, endless ales, and Killer Kilts, these three were destined for Kinsmanship... if they could just add a few wenches to the lot, then it would be complete

... and out of the Forest they came...
First Jezebel (and her cleavage), Then Greenie and her cheer, followed by Dragonfly, and Stonye, and occasionally crossing paths with Scandalous (when she could pry herself away from the Spaniards, of course!!!) Completing the lot was Nada, who Haggis had encountered on one of his many wanderings, this one to the far North, after she had responded to a message in a bottle that he had sent across the sea.

The kilts, the ale, the wenches the cleavage... Together, this lot could accomplish what no other Guild, Clan or Society could accomplish... Drink the best brew, Flaunt the best women (and let's be honest, the best men, as well!!!), don the best wears, and above all else, doing it with a really spiffy banner!

The life of Ale, Kilts, Mead, Wenches, Newcastle, Norse Lasses, Beer, Breasts, (and for the lasses, Spaniards, Kilts and Picts) is certainly one that the clan revels in, and we are always looking for good company and good ale. If you see our colors waving, it means we are still sober, and by all means, feel free to join us for an ale or seven... dozen!!!

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