Golfgrín á laugardegi 2019 (52)

A golfer came home from a round of golf. It was his fifth round of golf in five days, and his wife had left a note on the fridge.

“It’s not working, I can’t take it anymore!” she wrote. “Gone to stay with my mother.”

He opened the fridge, the light came on and the beer was cold.

He said to himself, “What the hell is she talking about?”