Hard to define, easy to
love. Like a Cadbury egg, he's tough on the outside and gooey and sweet on the inside. He's full of surprises. One minute he's pounding drinks at the
bar and
smart assing everyone, the next he's hauling furniture for a friend in need or making baked goods for the potluck. He will scare you if he's your supervisor at work, but
don't be fooled. Buy him a beer and compliment his mustache and his frosty exterior will start to thaw, letting you know the real him.
There are exactly 2
people on the planet who can wear a kilt: the
guy playing bagpipes on the street on Scotland, and Schach.
Don't fuck with a Schach, unless you're a sharp-dressed black
guy who knows how to make collard greens, in which case write that shit on a recipe card because Schach is a Renaissance man in and out of the kitchen.