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Renegade Posted Friday at 16:25 Share Posted Friday at 16:25 A Scottish Soldier, in full dress uniform, 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?" "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. A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout. The Scottish soldier marches back into the chemists 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." 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Renegade Posted 2 hours ago Share Posted 2 hours ago Paddy, a journalist, goes to Afganistan for a documentary on "life in Afghanistan"..after the American exit.. In a little village he saw an old man and asked him to narrate a typical happy story of his village. The old man smiled and began: "One day, a long time ago, my goat got lost in the mountains. As is our tradition, all the men of the village gathered to drink vodka first and then looked for the goat. When we finally found her, as is our tradition, we all drank some more vodka and all the men in the village each got their turn to mate with the goat. We had so much fun that day!" Paddy realised that he couldn't publish such a story so he asked the old man if he had another happy story. The old man smiled again and started all over again: "Once, my neighbours wife got lost in the mountains. As per our tradition, all of the village's men gathered to drink vodka and then went to look for her. As is our tradition, when we finally found her, all the men in the village got their turn to mate with the neighbours wife. We had great fun that day!" Well.. Paddy couldn't publish that story either and therefore asked: "Don't you have a story that is less happy; something... umm ... sadder?" The old man's smile faded. His eyes welled up..... In a sad, soft voice he began: "One day I got lost in the mountains 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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