Wife – “Where the hell have you been? You said you’d be done with golf by noon!”
Husband – “I’m so sorry, Honey, but you probably don’t want to hear the reason.”
Wife – “I want the truth, and I want it NOW!”
Husband – “Fine. We finished in under 4 hours, quick beer in the Clubhouse, I hopped in the car, and would have been here at 12 on the button. On the way home, I spotted a girl half our age struggling with a flat tyre. I changed it in a jiffy, and next she’s offering me money. Of course, I refuse it – then she tells me she was headed to the bar at the Sheraton Hotel- and begs me to stop so she can buy me a beer.
She’s such a sweetie, I said yes. Before you know it – one beer turned to three or four, and I guess we were looking pretty good to each other. Then she tells me she has a room at the Sheraton less than 50 steps from our table.
She suggested we get some privacy while pulling me by the hand. Now I’m in her room … clothes are flying …. the talking stopped … and we proceeded to have sex in every way imaginable.
It must have gone on for hours, because before I know it the clock says 5:30. I jumped up, threw my clothes on, ran to the car, and here I am. There. You wanted the truth … you got it.”
Wife – “Bullsh*t! You played 36 holes, didn’t you!?” 😯