A man limped into the emergency room with a black eye, a broken arm, and a severe concussion.
The doctor looked him over in shock. “What on earth happened to you?”
“Well,” the man groaned, “my wife and I recently retired and decided to take up golf. On our very first swing, both of our balls flew off-course and landed in a cow pasture next to the fairway. I climbed over the fence to look for them.”
“Did the bull attack you?” the doctor asked.
“No,” the man replied. “I was searching the grass when I noticed one of the cows looking very uncomfortable. I walked over, lifted its tail, and saw a golf ball wedged tightly up its backside. I noticed it had a distinctive yellow marking on it.”
“So, did the cow kick you?”
“No,” the man sighed. “I held the tail up, yelled over the fence to my wife, ‘Hey honey! This one looks exactly like yours!’… and that’s the last thing I remember.”
