Scots have a pawky sense of humor.

The laird of the estate invited his man of the cloth to spend a weekend with him and others at his country estate. In the evening a small band of musicians played the music of the day. Before dinner was served the guests gathered to partake of a choice claret while they each told their stories. A sumptuous dinner was served as a roaring fire burned in the fireplace. Finally a bottle of Drambuie was produced of which all partook. As the reverend became visibly tipsy the laird assisted him up the stairs to his room. In these days of old and not centrally heated stone houses it was the custom for one of the servant girls to take the cold air off the linen bed sheets with a copper warming pan. On this occasion the maiden had decided to slip herself between the sheets to do the job whereupon she proceeded to fall asleep. As the laird opened the bedroom door the minister peered within then turned to the laird and in a befuddled voice exclaimed, "the music and the conversation was the best, the claret and the wines were first class, the dinner was out of this world, but this sir, this is the hect o' hospitality."