The Englishman’s wife steps up to the tee, and as she bends over to place her ball, a sudden gust of wind blows her skirt up—revealing she isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Good God, woman! Why aren’t you wearing any knickers?” her husband demands.
“Well, you don’t give me enough housekeeping money to afford any,” she replies.
The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket. “For the sake of decency, here’s fifty. Go and buy yourself some proper underwear.”
Next, the Irishman’s wife steps up to the tee. As she bends down to set her ball, the wind lifts her skirt and shows she, too, has nothing on underneath.
“Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You’ve no knickers! Why not?” the Irishman cries.
“I can’t afford any on the money you give me,” she explains.
He sighs, reaches into his pocket, and says, “For the sake of decency, here’s twenty. Go and buy yourself some underwear!”
Finally, the Scotsman’s wife bends over to place her ball. The wind whips up her skirt, revealing she is also completely bare beneath it.
“Sweet mother of Jaysus, Aggie! Where the frig are yer drawers?” he exclaims.
She shrugs. “Ye dinna give me enough money to afford any.”
The Scotsman reaches into his pocket, hands her a comb, and says, “Well, fer the love o’ Jaysus, and the sake o’ decency… tidy yerself up a bit.”