A man limped into the emergency room with a black eye, a broken arm, and a noticeable limp.
The doctor took one look and asked,
“Good grief… what happened to you?”
The man sighed.
“My wife and I just retired, so we decided to take up golf together.”
The doctor nodded.
“Let me guess… golf cart accident?”
“Nope.”
“First hole.”
“We both hit terrible tee shots, and our balls landed in a farmer’s field beside the course.”
“So I climbed over the fence to look for them.”
The doctor raised an eyebrow.
“Did the farmer catch you trespassing?”
“He did…”
“…but that wasn’t the problem.”
The man continued,
“The farmer said one of our golf balls had hit one of his cows.”
“He lifted the cow’s tail…”
“…and sure enough, there was a golf ball stuck there.”
The doctor winced.
“So the cow kicked you?”
“No.”
The man shook his head.
“I looked closer and realized the ball had my wife’s initials on it.”
The doctor leaned forward.
“Then what?”
The man sighed deeply.
“I called out…”
“‘Honey… come take a look!'”
“‘I think I found yours!'”
He paused.
Then quietly added,
“That’s the last thing I remember.” 😂⛳🤣
