milagros317
Wielder of 500 Feathers
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Harry came home from his weekly golf game one Sunday an hour later than usual and quite a bit more tired and sweaty.
"What happened today?" asked his wife.
"It was awful," said Harry. "It was the worst golf game of my life."
"Why? What happened?" she asked.
"On the 11th tee, Bill died of a heart attack," he said.
"Oh my God," she said, "that's awful. You've played golf with Bill for 15 years now. That must have been a terrible shock."
"Yeah," he said, "from that point on it was just hit the ball and drag Bill, hit the ball and drag Bill."
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"What happened today?" asked his wife.
"It was awful," said Harry. "It was the worst golf game of my life."
"Why? What happened?" she asked.
"On the 11th tee, Bill died of a heart attack," he said.
"Oh my God," she said, "that's awful. You've played golf with Bill for 15 years now. That must have been a terrible shock."
"Yeah," he said, "from that point on it was just hit the ball and drag Bill, hit the ball and drag Bill."
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