Extravagant Scottish Expenses
A Scot can tell when you’ve been thinking too much of yourself...
MacTavish was going over the weekly accounts with his wife. Finishing one
difficult page, he said, “What’s this first item for?”
His wife said, “I had to get plasters for my corns.”
“And the next item?”
“Medicine for my bad tooth.”
“Don’t tell me the next one is for medicine too?”
“Aye. It was for my ulcer.”
The Scot slammed the account book shut and said, “Dear, you’re going to have to
stop spending so much for your own personal pleasure!”