So my family is basically half Irish, half Scottish. One of my Scottish uncles used to tell this one at parties back in the day. Might be a bit racy, but what the ****. You'll have to imagine the accent.
A tipsy Scotsman heads home after an afternoon at the pub. Tired, he lays down to rest on a lovely hillock in the afternoon sun. Hours later, as the sun is setting, two young female tourists come ambling by and see the man sleeping. The ladies look at each other and ask, "Do you think it's true that a Scotsman never wears underwear beneath his kilt?" Curious, one of them quietly approaches and slowly lifts the man's kilt.
Lo and behold, in all his glory, the Scotsman is indeed bare beneath his kilt.
The ladies giggle. One removes a blue ribbon from her hair. Gently, she places it beneath his kilt, atop his member. She covers it back up with his kilt, and together they move on into the fading light, laughing lightly.
Two hours later, the Scotsman awakes, yawns, and reaches down to scratch himself, whereupon he finds the ribbon. With glee he cries aloud:
"Well, I don't know where you've been, laddie, but I see you won first place!"