I hope I can get this right, and it makes sense, but it's worth sharing.
There's this story of a Scotsmen a long time ago who, after having a fine day at work, went down to the pub to enjoy some drinks. He drank and drank all night long, eventually making out of the pub and passing out on the side of the road. The next morning two fine young ladies came walking by and found our Scotsmen passed out in the grass. The girls, who were chuckled by his state of being, decided this would be a good moment to have some fun with this man. So they lifted up his kilt and took a blue ribbon that one of the lady's had in her hair, and tied it around his...."gun". They then put his kilt back down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Later that day, our Scotsmen woke up in the hot sun, unsure about what happened the night before. Soon after waking up, he realized something did not feel right underneath his kilt. Upon lifting his kilt, he found the lovely blue, silk ribbon. He smiled and said, "O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize!"