Monday, March 19, 2012

Heart Attack

A husband and wife were on the ninth green when she collapsed from a heart attack.

"Help," she groaned to her husband.

He dialed 911 on his cellphone, talked a little and then picked up his putter and started lining up his putt.

She raised her head off the grass and moaned, "I'm dying here and you're putting?"

He replied, "Don't worry, dear. The club located a doctor on the second hole and he's coming to help you."

"Did they say how long it will take him?", she asked.

"Not too long," said her husband, practicing his putting stroke. "Everybody's agreed he can play through!"

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