A Husband And Wife Were Golfing

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A husband and wife were golfing when suddenly the wife asked,

“Honey, if I died would you get married again?”

The husband said, “No sweetie.” The woman said, “I’m sure you would.”

So the man said, “Okay, I would”

Then the woman asked, “Would you let her sleep in our bed?”

And the man replied, “Ya, I guess so.”

Then the wife asked, “Would you let her use my golf clubs?”

And the husband replied, “No, she’s left handed.”

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