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There was a fellow who was a golf fanatic. Every Saturday morning he
had an early tee time. He'd get
up early and eager, golf all day long.....36 holes sometimes. On a stormy Saturday morning he got up
early, dressed quietly, got his clubs out of the closet and went to
his car to drive to the course. Coming out of his garage, rain was pouring down; it was a torrential downpour. Snow was mixed in with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 mph. He returned to the garage. He came back into the house and turned the TV to the weather channel. He found it was going to be bad weather all day long, so he put his clubs back into the closet. He quietly undressed and slipped back into bed. There he cuddled up to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." To which she sleepily replied, "Can you believe it? My stupid husband is out golfing in that shit?" |
