A Scotsman was strolling across High Street one day wearing his kilt.
As he neared the far curb, he noticed two young blondes in a red convertible
eyeing him and giggling. One of them called out, "Hey, Scotty! What's worn
under the kilt?"

He strolled over to the side of the car and asked, "Ach, lass, are you
*sure* you want to know?" Somewhat nervously, the blonde said yes, she did
want to know.

The Scotsman leaned closer and confided, "Why, lass, nothing's worn under
the kilt, everything's in perfect working order.