One day I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, heard the noise and called out:
Are you okay, what’s your name?’
It’s Phil and I’m okay, thanks,’ I replied.
Phil, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up later.’
That’s mighty nice of you,’ I answered, but I don’t think my wife would like it.’
Oh, come on,’ Elizabeth insisted.
She was very pretty, very sexy and persuasive . . . I was weak.
Well okay,’ I finally agreed, and added, but my wife won’t like it.’
After a few restorative brandys, and some creative putting lessons, I thanked my host:
I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset.’
Don’t be silly!’ Elizabeth said with a smile: She won’t know anything.By the way, where is she?’
Still under the cart…,’ I said.This week’s joke was submitted by Bob Ban.