A guy tells his wife that he's going golfing and she freaks out. "What the hell are you talking about! My parents are coming over at 5 for dinner!" "No problem. That's 7 hours from now; I'll be back by 3 at the lastest."
3 o'clock comes and he's not back. 4 o'clock. 5 o'clock. Nope. Finally at 9:00 that night he finally gets home.
"Where the Hell have you been!!!"
"Please. Give me a break. I've had a terrible, tiring, LONG day."
"I don't give a shit! You said you'd be back to have dinner with my parents!!!"
"We went golfing and we were on the second tee, and Bobby dropped to the ground clutching his chest! It was a heart attack."
The man's wife stared blankly at him. "I'm so, so, so sorry. I didn't think. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. My arm's just sore because all day long it was 'Hit the ball, drag Bobby. Hit the ball, drag Bobby.'"