Bob and Harry

The golfer's wife was frantic that he hadn't returned at the normal time from his weekly round of golf. One hour passes, two hours... Finally, eight hours after he would usually return home, Bob comes in the door and collapses on the couch.
"What took you so long, Bob? I was so worried...!" the dutiful wife says.
"There we were at the fourth tee and Harry hit a great drive, fell over and died on the spot." replied the exhausted husband.
"Oh, that's just awful" responds the wife.
"You are right, it was horrible. All day it has been hit the ball, drag Harry. Hit the ball, drag Harry..."

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