A golfer returns from a day at the links with a disgusted look on his face.
"What's wrong," queried his wife.
"A terrible day. Charlie had a heart attack on the first hole and died."
"Oh, no... that's just awful!" she exclaimed.
"You bet. All day long it was 'Hit the ball....drag Charlie. Hit the ball....drag Charlie."
"What's wrong," queried his wife.
"A terrible day. Charlie had a heart attack on the first hole and died."
"Oh, no... that's just awful!" she exclaimed.
"You bet. All day long it was 'Hit the ball....drag Charlie. Hit the ball....drag Charlie."