One morning three women are golfing on the fourth green when suddenly a bloke runs towards them, completely starkers apart from a paper bag over his head. As he passes the first woman looks down and says: 'he's definitely not my husband.' The second woman takes a long lingering look and adds: 'Huh, he's not mine either.' The third admits sheepishly: 'Well I wouldn't mind a shot with his five iron.'