A Scotsman clad in a kilt walks up to the counter in an Apothecary. From
his pocket he takes a plaid condom that has been heavily used, torn, patched,
sewn, and is currently split down one side. He asks the proprieter, "How much
to replace this, Ian?" The proprieter says, "Why, Angus, that'l be four
pence." Then the Scotsman asks, "How much to repair?" The prop. looks the
condom over carefully, and says "Three pence to repair." The Scotsman ponders
for a moment, then says, "I'll be back."
Later in the day, the Scotsman returns with a smile on his face and
says, "Ian, the Regiment has voted to repair!"