Ah.... the Scots

Ah.... the Scots


The Swede's wife steps up to the tee and, as she bends over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear.

'Good God, woman! Why aren't you wearing any skivvies?', Ole demanded.

Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford any.'

The Swede immediately reaches into his pocket and says, 'For the sake of decency, here' s a 50. Go and buy yourself some underwear.'

Next, the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she, too, is wearing no undies.

'Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You've no knickers. Why not?'

She replies, 'I can't afford any on the money you give me.' Patrick reaches into his pocket and says , 'For the sake of decency, here's a 20. Go and buy yourself some underwear!'

Lastly, the Scotsman's wife bends over. The wind also takes her skirt over her head to
reveal that she, too, is naked under it.

'Sweet mudder of Jaysus, Aggie! Where ta friggin hell are yer drawers?'

She too explains, 'You dinna give me enough money ta be able ta affarrd any.'

The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and says, 'Well, fer the love 'o decency, here's a
comb..... Tidy yerself up a bit.

Given the recent discussion about unfinished basements, I must say that's GOLD, Cindy!

I was in a Bar last night and saw two “girls of size” (as "Political Correctness" now requires us to say) by the bar.
They both spoke with a very strong brogue accent, and, making assumptions about their origins, I said;
"Hello, are you two girls from Scotland?"
One of them screamed, "WALES you f***ing idiot!"
So, I immediately apologized and said, “Sorry. Are you two whales from Scotland?”
I don't remember too much after that........