Rainy Golf Day

Bill and Bob met at the club for their weekly golf game.

And for the third week in a row, it was raining too hard to play.

- Bill: Well, Bob, what do you want to do now?

- Bob: Darts?

- Bill: Nah.

- Bob: Shoot some pool?

- Bill: Nah.

- Bob: Cards?

- Bill: Nah. Hey, I've got an idea. We can go over to my house and fool around with my wife.

- Bob: Whadaya mean?

- Bill: Just what I said. We'll go to my house and we can fool around with my wife.

- Bob: What about me?

- Bill: She's a sport. She won't mind at all.

- Bob: Well... if you think it's okay...

- Bill: Sure. C'mon, let's go!

At Bill's house

- Bill: Honey, I'm home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have gone shopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to your house!