Late August.  A sexually-frustrated Sorcha, strolls through the events at the Cowal Highland Gathering, Dunoon, Scotland.  Her husband unwilling to fulfill his marital duties.

Making her way to the Caber Toss event, she spots Caelan, ready for his toss.   Lifting her dress, exposing her fud.

Caelan stumbles, his throw falling well short.  "What the hell!"

"I'm hungry for your tadger!"

"What?  Looking to get fucked, are ya? "

"Aye!  What's under your kilt?"

"Follow me my lass, I'll show ya for sure!"

Moments later, her dress falls and she's impaled on his boaby.

Moans, sighs.

The crowd cheers.

Damn jumbotrons.