Golfgrín á laugardegi 2019 (48)

I’ve just killed my wife,” cried the golfer. “I didn’t see her. She was behind me, you see, and I started my backswing and clipped her right between the eyes. She must have died right that instant.”

“What club were you using?” asked a concerned bystander.

“Oh, my trusty 3-iron,” the distraught man replied.

“Oh, I see,” murmured the other. “That’s the club that always gets me into trouble, too.”