Ocean1
30th July 2007, 23:46
A Scottish soldier in full dress marches into a pharmacy to speak to the druggist.
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, opens it to reveal a smaller silk square which he unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it.
He holds it up. "How much to repair it?" the Scot asks the pharmacist.
"Six pence," says the pharmacist.
"How much for a new one?"
"Ten pence."
The Scot folds the condom into the silk square and the cotton bandana, places it in his sporran and marches out of the pharmacy.
A moment or two later a great shout goes up, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scot walks into the pharmacy again and back to the pharmacist.
"The regiment has taken a vote," the Scot says.
"We'll have a new one!"
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, opens it to reveal a smaller silk square which he unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it.
He holds it up. "How much to repair it?" the Scot asks the pharmacist.
"Six pence," says the pharmacist.
"How much for a new one?"
"Ten pence."
The Scot folds the condom into the silk square and the cotton bandana, places it in his sporran and marches out of the pharmacy.
A moment or two later a great shout goes up, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scot walks into the pharmacy again and back to the pharmacist.
"The regiment has taken a vote," the Scot says.
"We'll have a new one!"