It was Sunday afternoon, but Tom was sitting in front of the TV. His wife asked, "Tom, don't you usually play golf with George on a Sunday?"
Tom looks at her and said, "I've played my last round of golf with that man."
His wife asked, "Why, whatever's the matter?"
Tom said, "Would you play golf with a man who consistently marks down the wrong score, moves his ball for a better lie when nobody is looking, and 'accidentally' makes a noise when you're trying to putt?"
"No, of course not," said his wife.
"Well," said Tom, "neither will George."
and a chick...
Tom looks at her and said, "I've played my last round of golf with that man."
His wife asked, "Why, whatever's the matter?"
Tom said, "Would you play golf with a man who consistently marks down the wrong score, moves his ball for a better lie when nobody is looking, and 'accidentally' makes a noise when you're trying to putt?"
"No, of course not," said his wife.
"Well," said Tom, "neither will George."
and a chick...
