I was cutting hair one day when a guy comes into my shop with a bandage around his neck. I put him in the chair and asked what happened. In a low raspy voice he said " yesterday I was playing golf with my mother in law. On the second hold she sliced her ball way over into a cow-pasture. She REALLY hates to loose a ball so we looked, and we looked, and we looked. There was no ball in sight. Just an old ugly cow. She screamed " I'm not leaving till I find that ball". After another usless search I passed by the cow and decided "what the hell" so I lifted the cows tail and sure enough there was a ball stuck there. I called my mother in law over and said " does this look like yours" and she hit me in the throat with a 7 iron...........