Several friends in the clubhouse bar on a Saturday afternoon. Fellow gofer walks up and announces, "Did you here that Charley killed his wife yesterday?"

They express surprise and one asks, "How did he do it?"

"Beat her to death with a nine iron."

"No shit! How many strokes did he take?"

True story, I was once asked in a job interview what my handicap was and without realizing they were talking golf I answered "mostly that my wife doesn't want to move here."

Got the job anyway.