A nice bit of smooth afternoon racism:

When God created Scotland, He looked down on it with great satisfaction. Finally He called the Archangel Gabriel to have a look.
"Just see," said God. "This is the best yet. Splendid mountains, beautiful scenery, brave men, fine women, nice cool weather. And I've given them beautiful music and a special drink called whisky. Try some."
Gabriel took an appreciative sip.
"Excellent," he said. "But haven't you perhaps been too kind to them? Won't they be spoiled by all these things? SHould there not be some drawback?"

"Just wait till you see the neighbours theyre getting," said God.