Three little old Scottish ladies were walking to town early one morning, as Scottish ladies do, and came upon a man-in-kilt who'd had a hard night. He was out cold under a tree, his face
covered in dirt and grass and cow patties.
As old Scottish ladies are, the three were very curious, so the first took a stick and lifted the kilt, then let it down again saying, "No, he's not my husband." The second took the stick from
her, and she, too, lifted the kilt and peered therein, let it down and said, "Not mine, either." The third took the stick lifted the kilt and exclaimed, "Why, he's not even from this village!"
