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A Scottish soldier in full Highland dress marches into a pharmacy to speak to the druggist.
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandanna,
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 down the aisle and out the door 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 bandanna,
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 down the aisle and out the door 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".