Fred and George were golf nuts couldn't wait to get out on the
course every chance they had.  Rain, shine, cold, it didn't matter to Fred
and George.  They played every Saturday around 9 AM regardless.
      Well, one Saturday George kissed his wife goodbye, promising to be
home early enough to paint one of the kid's bedrooms and change the oil in
her car:  "I'll be home by 2 or 2:30 at the latest", he said, and off he went
 
      Well, *3:30* came and went and still George wasn't home, and George's
wife, mindful of his promise of household chores, was getting a little angry.
*4:45* and still no sign of George.  His wife KNEW he was running short of
time to get everything finished, and she was SURE he and Fred had just lost
track of time while they were getting a beer or two after they'd finished
playing.
      *7:30* came and went, and she was PAST being angry, and she was getting
really worried.  Something had to be wrong.  Maybe a car wreck, or who knows,
maybe something even worse.
      She was just about to call the police around 9 PM when in walked    
George.  Well, she was relieved and angry at the same time.  "DAMMIT, George,
you Promised me you'd get those things done today, and now it's too late, and
there won't be time again for several weeks ...", and on and on and on she 
went until several minutes later she wound down.
      "Honey", said George quietly, "I know I'm really late, but I can ex-
plain.  Fred and I were on the third hole when suddenly, poor Fred had a heart
attack right there on the green."
      George's wife, suddenly very subdued, said, "Oh, honey - I'm really
sorry.  I know how close you and Fred are.  I'm REALLY sorry.
      "Yep", said George, "From the third hole on it was 'hit the ball, 
drag Fred, hit the ball, drag Fred...' ".
Jokes