Comshaw
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A Scottish Sergeant Major marched into a Chemist's one day, stopped at the counter, got the Chemist's attention and held up a condom, covered with patches.
"How much to repair ma rubba?" The Sergeant Major inquired.
The Chemist prodded the decrepit piece of latex with his finger and said,"Ten shillings."
The Sergeant Major hesitated for a moment, then asked,"How much to replace my rubba?"
The Chemist replied,"25 shillings."
The Sergeant Major held up his hand to indicate the Chemist should wait, then marched out the door.
Ten minutes later he marched back in, slapped 25 shillings down on the counter and said," The Regiment has decided to replace!"
"How much to repair ma rubba?" The Sergeant Major inquired.
The Chemist prodded the decrepit piece of latex with his finger and said,"Ten shillings."
The Sergeant Major hesitated for a moment, then asked,"How much to replace my rubba?"
The Chemist replied,"25 shillings."
The Sergeant Major held up his hand to indicate the Chemist should wait, then marched out the door.
Ten minutes later he marched back in, slapped 25 shillings down on the counter and said," The Regiment has decided to replace!"