Alex got home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and very tired. "Bad day at the course?" his wife asked.
"Everything was going fine," he said. "Then Bobby had a heart attack and died on the 10th tee."
"Oh, that's awful!" his wife exclaimed.
"You're not kidding. For the whole back nine it was hit the ball, drag Bobby, hit the ball, drag Bobby."
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