Harry went golfing every Saturday and Sunday. It didn’t matter what kind of weather it was, he was hooked on a round of golf on his off days.

One Saturday he left the house as usual and headed for the golf course, but because of the bitter cold and sleet they were concerned about accidents and didn’t unlock the gate.

So Harry went back home.

His wife was still in bed when he got there, so he took off his clothes and snuggled up to his wife’s backside and said, “Terrible weather out there.”

She mumbled back, half asleep, “Yeah, and can you believe dumbo Harry is out there freezing his butt off, playing golf!”