There were four pals who regularly played golf. One day, three came into the club house looking a bit frazzled. Someone asked what happened and they said "Everything was going well and then, on the ninth hole, Frank had a heart attack and keeled over dead."
Everyone was very shocked and stunned and then one of the folks in the clubhouse said "That must have been very painful and traumatic."
"You bet" they exclaimed. "From then on, it was hit the ball, drag Frank, hit the ball, drag Frank.....
Dear Abby,
I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs. Phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with "the girls" a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."
I always try to stay awake to look out for her coming home, but I usually fall asleep. Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife.
I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her. Around midnight, I decided to hide in the garage behind my golf clubs so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with "the girls".
It was at that moment, crouching behind my clubs, that I noticed that the graphite shaft on my driver appeared to have a hairline crack right by the club head.
Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the pro shop where I bought it?
Signed,
Perplexed