A young Loon moved into a new flat in Elgin on his ane, and went to the lobby to put his name on his postbox. While there, an attractive young Quine came oot o the flat next tae the postboxes wearing a dressing gown.

The Loon smiled at the young Quine and she started a conversation wi him.

As they talked, her gown slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothin else on. The poor Loon broke intae a sweat trying tae maintain eye contact. After a few minutes, she placed her han on his arm and said, “Let’s go tae my flat, I hear someone coming.”

He followed her intae her flat; she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her gown to fall off completely. Now nude, she purred at him, “What would you say is my best feature?” Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, “It’s got to be yer ears!”

Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, “My ears? Look at these breasts; they are full and 100% natural! I work oot every day! My erse is firm and solid! Look at my skin – no blemishes anywhere! How can you think that the best part of my body is my ears?”

Clearing his throat, he stammered, “Ootside, when you said you heard someone coming? That was me.”