Our good Scot, Ian, was celebrating Robert Burns day, dressed in his finest regalia in the finest tradition of being a true Scot. Toward the end of the day, after enjoying way too many rounds of the Nectar of the Gods single-malt whiskey, he decides to lay down beside his car and take a nap rather than risk driving home in his inebriated condition.
Shortly two bonnie lasses stroll by, and seeing our supine Ian in his kilt and kit, decided to verify if he was a true Scot. Indeed he is, they discovered, whereupon one lass pulls a long blue ribbon from her purse, and proceeds to tie it around the appropriate site on our Ian.
After awakening from his short nap, our Ian feels a bit constricted, and lifting his kilt, sees the blue ribbon, all properly tied in a neat bow. "Well, laddie," he exclaimed, "I don't know where ye've been, but it looks like ye've won first prize!"
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