One morning, an attractive, young American exchange student was exploring her new home in Edinburgh and decided to head off into the countryside. Wandering along a footpath, she came across a Scot in full kilted regalia, snoring beneath a tree. From the empty bottle of Laphroaig lying next to him, she determined he'd been carousing the night before. She'd heard stories about what Scots wore--or, rather, didn't wear--under their kilts. The man was clearly out for the count and this was simply too good an opportunity to miss. She carefully lifted the hem of the man's kilt and was suitably impressed by the man's "possession". Removing the blue ribbon from her hair, she tied it gently in a bow around that which the Good Lord gave him, replaced his kilt and continued her journey. Several hours later, the Scot awoke from his drunken stupor. Something didn't feel right "down there" so he lifted up his kilt, saw the ribbon and exclaimed "I dinna know where ye've bin, laddie, but I'm glad ye won first prize!"