The 18th Green
Two old friends met at the golf course. "How's it going?" asked Jake.
"No so good," replied Mark. "My wife's divorcing me."
"Why that's terrible," remarked Jake, "What happened?"
"I enjoyed a five and a half footer on the eighteenth green," he replied.
"So what's so wrong with making a good putt?" Jake asked.
"It wasn't a putt... It was a brunette."