Jockney Rebel
23-03-2008, 07:02 PM
A Scottish soldier in full dress marches into a pharmacy to speak to the
chemist.
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana,
unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square, which he also unfolds to
reveal a condom. The condom has a number of patches on it. He holds it
up, and eyes it critically.
'How much to repair it?' the Scot asks the pharmacist.
'Six pence,' says the pharmacist.
'How much for a new one?'
'Ten pence,' says the pharmacist.
The Scot folds the condom into the silk square and the cotton bandana,
places it in his sporran and marches out the door of the pharmacy, kilt
swinging. A moment or two later the pharmacist hears a great shout go up,
followed by an even greater shout.
The Scot walks back into the pharmacy, and again speaks to the pharmacist.
'The regiment has taken a vote,' the Scot says. 'We'll have a new one
chemist.
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana,
unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square, which he also unfolds to
reveal a condom. The condom has a number of patches on it. He holds it
up, and eyes it critically.
'How much to repair it?' the Scot asks the pharmacist.
'Six pence,' says the pharmacist.
'How much for a new one?'
'Ten pence,' says the pharmacist.
The Scot folds the condom into the silk square and the cotton bandana,
places it in his sporran and marches out the door of the pharmacy, kilt
swinging. A moment or two later the pharmacist hears a great shout go up,
followed by an even greater shout.
The Scot walks back into the pharmacy, and again speaks to the pharmacist.
'The regiment has taken a vote,' the Scot says. 'We'll have a new one