Re: Cranky mag?
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 3:57 am
Speaking of condoms...
In full dress uniform, a Scottish Regimental Sergeant-Major marches into a pharmacy.
Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it. The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.
"How much to repair it?' the Scot asks the chemist.
"Six pence" says the chemist.
"How much for a new one?" is the response.
"Ten pence" says the chemist.
The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran, and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.
Two days later, he enters the chemist shop and marches up to the proprietor.
Reaching into his sporran, he retrieves the silk handkerchief, and carefully freeing the condom from within, intones: "The regiment has decided to get it repaired."
In full dress uniform, a Scottish Regimental Sergeant-Major marches into a pharmacy.
Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it. The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.
"How much to repair it?' the Scot asks the chemist.
"Six pence" says the chemist.
"How much for a new one?" is the response.
"Ten pence" says the chemist.
The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran, and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.
Two days later, he enters the chemist shop and marches up to the proprietor.
Reaching into his sporran, he retrieves the silk handkerchief, and carefully freeing the condom from within, intones: "The regiment has decided to get it repaired."