A Condom Conundrum
Susan notes: apologies to my Scottish friends (and ancestors!), I couldn't resist publishing this one, even though it's sexist AND racist lol.
A Scottish Solder in full dress uniform marches into a drug store.
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 pharmacist 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 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.
A moment or two later the pharmacist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scottish soldier marches back into the drug store and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face.
“The regiment has taken a vote,” he says.
“We’ll have a new one.”