| SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY, a woman called her husband's lifelong golfing buddy. "What's the matter ?" asked the friend. "It's Sam," she said. "I don't know where I went wrong." "What do you mean ?" "I was cleaning out Sam's closet," the wife explained, "and I found several boxes with miniskirt blouses and pantyhose in them." < "So?" "But they aren't mine- and when I asked Sam about them, he told me they were his." "There's nothing to get upset about," the friend assured her. "Everybody knows that Sam will do any thing to be able to hit from the ladies' tee." |