This is George. I drive by him every week on my way home from work.

George is an old and vernerable cactus with many moons of experiencing the foibles of humans.

Now George is as festive as the next cactus, perhaps more so. Note the happy banner of hubcaps and other various acutrements.

Also if you look very closely, you can see a barbie attached to the single hubcap. Please note the odd star-like spidery thingy as well. As you can see, George likes getting dressed up even with no where to go, but every cactus has his breaking point...

...And this is George's. Poor George He is not Scottish nor is he a crossdresser. He is really a very staid cactus with discriminating tastes. George feels very embarassed right now. The wolf whistles from the passing cars are enough to make his branches wilt.

See the wilting? He just can't feel like the manly cactus he is in a skirt. He doesn't mind the lights at Christmas and actually enjoys the various colored ropes that are perpetually draped about his head.

But a skirt? Really folks, have some decency! Leave a cactus his dignity.