A Scottish man heads for home after spending the whole night in a bar
drinking. He was carrying his little Scotch bottle in the left shirt pocket just
in case. Suddenly, a robber appears and threatens him with a gun. The Scot gets
scared, and the attacker shoots, aiming towards his heart, and then runs away.
The Scot falls down, puts his hand on his left pocket and feels something wet.
He cries, ''Oh my God! I hope its blood!'' '