Where the Hell Have You Been?

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 tire. 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 - 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 - "Bullshit! You played 36 holes, didn't you!?”