Monday morning at work and Sandy is sitting at his desk. Dave comes by and asks about his weekend.
Sandy says in a very gravelly, croaky voice, laryngitis sounding voice “OK”
“Got a sore throat”
“What happened to your voice?” asks Dave.
“Golfing” said Sandy
“Golfing? How did you get that hoarse voice playing golf?”
“Well, in his hoarse voice, you know the fourteenth hole that runs by the field with cows?”
“Sure, but your voice.”
“I sliced one into the field, I jumped the fence and started looking for ball, I walked around until I got to where the cows were. I ran into a beautiful women golfer and asked her what she was doing.”
“I’m looking for my ball. I hit it in here 20 minutes ago.”
“Well, as we are both here, let’s help each other. We’ll help each other look” says Sandy.
“That would be great,” the women says.
“Kept looking near the cows and there was one cow waving her tail and there in the crotch was a golf ball. I carefully raised her tail and looked, it wasn’t mine” “Hey”, I yelled lifting the tail “does this look like yours?”
“She hit me in the throat with a 9 iron”