The Golf Course Incident
One fine morning, a Swede, an Irishman, a Scotsman, and their wives decided to enjoy a round of golf together. As they gathered at the first tee, the Swede’s wife stepped up to take her shot.
Just as she bent over to place her ball, a sudden gust of wind lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Her husband, Ole, nearly choked. “Good grief, woman! Why aren’t you wearing any skivvies?!”
She simply shrugged. “You don’t give me enough housekeeping money to afford any.”
Embarrassed, Ole sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fifty. “For the sake of decency, here’s some money—go buy yourself some underwear.”
Next, the Irishman’s wife stepped up to take her turn. As she bent down, another gust of wind sent her skirt flying, revealing that she, too, was going commando.
Her husband, Patrick, gasped. “Saints preserve us, woman! You’ve no knickers on! Why not?”
She sighed. “Well, you don’t give me enough money for such luxuries.”
Shaking his head, Patrick pulled out a twenty and handed it to her. “For the sake of decency, go buy yourself some underwear!”
Finally, it was the Scotsman’s wife, Aggie, who approached the tee. As she bent over to place her ball, the wind whipped her skirt right over her head—once again, revealing she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
Her husband, Duncan, groaned and threw up his hands. “For Jake’s sake, Aggie! Where the hell are yer drawers?!”
She crossed her arms. “Ye dinnae give me enough money tae afford any.”
Duncan sighed, reached into his pocket, and handed her a comb.
“Well, for the love o’ decency, at least tidy yerself up a bit.”