FâR Qúëúë

A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two
black eyes, and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat.

Naturally, the Doctor asked him, "What happened to you?

"Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a
difficult hole; we both sliced our balls into a cow pasture.

We went to look for them and while I was looking around I noticed one of
the cows had something white at its rear end. "

" I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball
with my wife's monogram on it stuck right in the middle of the cow's
bum.

Still holding the cow's tail up, I yelled to my wife, "Hey, this looks
like yours!' "

"I don't remember much after that"

Jane

In message <MPG.1f8393037a18393f989bd8@news.readfreenews.net> , FâR Qúëúë
<me@privacy.net> writes
>
>A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two
>black eyes, and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat.
>
>Naturally, the Doctor asked him, "What happened to you?
>
>"Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a
>difficult hole; we both sliced our balls into a cow pasture.
>
>We went to look for them and while I was looking around I noticed one of
>the cows had something white at its rear end. "
>
>" I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball
>with my wife's monogram on it stuck right in the middle of the cow's
>bum.
>
>Still holding the cow's tail up, I yelled to my wife, "Hey, this looks
>like yours!' "
>
>"I don't remember much after that"
>
>
That joke is as old as the game of golf itself.
--
Jane