More Golf

A murder has been committed. Police are called to an apartment
and find a man standing, holding a 5-iron in his hands, looking
at the lifeless body of a woman on the ground.

The detective asks, "Sir, is that your wife?"

"Yes."

"Did you hit her with that golf club?"

"Yes. Yes, I did," the man answers. He stifles a sob, drops
the club and puts his hands on his head.

"How many times did you hit her?"

"I don't know. Five...six ...put me down for a five."

A`man has been golfing with his buddies for years every Sat. and Sun.He is always home by 5 pm.

One day he is late and when he returns the wife asks "Where have you been? It is almost 9 o'clock."

The husband reblies ina somber voice, "Ralph died on the first tee today of a heart attack."

"Oh my" said the wife. After a few minutes of crying the wife asked if he had spent the afternoon at the hospital?

"No" replied the husband.

"No!" the wife screamed. "where have you been then?"

"Well" the husband answered "it takes along time to play a round of golf when you have to hit the ball, drag Ralph, hit the ball, drag Ralph, hit the ball, drag Ralph."