I've just killed my wife
I've just killed my wife," cried the hysterical golfer rushing into the clubhouse. "I didn't see her. She was behind me you see," he sobbed, "and I started my back swing and clipped her right between the eyes. She must have died on the instant."
"What club were you using?" asked a concerned bystander.
"Oh, the No. 2 iron."
"Oh, oh," murmured the other, "that's the club that always gets me into trouble too."