Golf Widower
A golfer was taken to the police station for questioning.
“Mr. Smith, I am Detective O’Reilly. Would you mind telling me what happened out there?”
“We were on the 1st hole. Dorothy went up to the women’s tee while I prepared to hit. I carefully gauged my swing and let one rip. It was a beautiful low liner but it had a slight hook. It struck Dorothy smack dab in the back of her head. I took off running but she was dead by the time I got to her side.”
“Mr. Smith, your story is supported by the report of the medical examiner, except for one thing. Upon performing the autopsy, the M.E. found a golf ball lodged up Mrs. Smith’s rectum. Would you mind explaining?”
“Oh sure! That was my mulligan.”