A person stumbles into the em*rg*ncy room—
c*nc*ssion, br*is*s all over the place… and a five-iron someway wrapped round his neck.
The physician takes one look and says,
“Alright… what on earth occurred to you?”
The person sighs.
“Effectively, it began as a superbly regular afternoon.
Simply me and my spouse, having fun with a quiet spherical of golf.”
He pauses, wincing barely.
“There was this one difficult gap… and we each sliced our pictures straight into a close-by subject filled with cows.”
“So we go on the lookout for our balls. I’m wandering round, checking the grass, after I discover one thing… uncommon.”
“I see a cow with slightly white object caught proper underneath its tail.”
The physician raises an eyebrow.
“I stroll over, raise the tail… and certain sufficient—
there’s a golf ball caught there, clear as day.”
He shakes his head slowly.
“And the w*rst half?
It had my spouse’s monogram on it.”
The physician leans in.
“So what did you do?”
The person closes his eyes.
“I made the largest mistake of my life.”
“I known as out to her…”
A pause.
“I stated—
‘Hey darling… I believe I’ve discovered one that appears precisely like yours.’”
Silence.
Then he provides quietly:
“…and that’s about the very last thing I bear in mind.”
