Mike is playing a round of golf, and at the seventh tee, he slices his shot deep into a wooded ravine.
Off he goes in search of his lost ball, taking his eight iron with him.
He climbs down the embankment in search of the missing ball, and after a good ten minutes of hacking at the undergrowth, he spots something glistening amongst the leaves.
Moving closer, he discovers that it’s an eight iron, and it’s in the hands of a skeleton!
Mike calls out to his friend, ” Jim, I’ve got trouble down here!”
“What’s the matter?” Jim asked from the edge of the ravine.
“Can you throw me down me my wedge,” Mike shouted. “You can’t get out of here with an eight iron.