One morning a Scotsman is having breakfast in Paris, (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and marmalade) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The Scotsman ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.

Frenchman: ‘You Scots folk eat the whole bread?’
Scotsman (in a bad mood): ‘Of course.’
Frenchman (after blowing a huge bubble): ‘We don’t. In France we only eat what’s inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to Scotland.’ The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.

The Scotsman listens in silence..
The Frenchman persists: ‘Do you eat marmalade with your bread?’
Scotsman: ‘Of course.’
Frenchman (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling): ‘We don’t. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into marmalade, and sell the marmalade to Scotland.’

After a moment of silence, the Scotsman asks: ‘Do you have sex in France?’
Frenchman: ‘Why of course we do’, he says with a big smirk.
Scotsman: ‘And what do you do with the condoms once you’ve used them?’
Frenchman: ‘We throw them away, of course.’
Scotsman: ‘We don’t. In Scotland we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France.’