WHAT A DRAG!
Wife: “George, you promised you would be home at 4:00. It’s now 8:00.” George: “Honey, please listen to me. Poor ol’ Fred is dead. He just dropped over on the eighth green.” Wife: “Oh, that’s awful.” George: “It surely was. For the rest of the game it was hit the ball, drag Fred, hit the ball, drag Fred. From The Best of the Good Clean Jokes, by Bob Phillips, published by Harvest House
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