A couple is on their honeymoon, about to consummate their marriage, when the bride makes a confession:
“I’m not a virgin.”
The husband shrugs. “That’s okay.”
“I’ve been with one man.”
“Who?”
“Rory McIlroy.”
“The world-famous Irish golf champion?”
“The very one.”
Impressed but calm, the husband carries on. After their first round, he reaches for the phone to order room service.
She smiles. “Rory wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh yeah? What would Rory do?”
“He’d come back to bed for another round.”
Determined, he does.
Exhausted after round two, he grabs the phone again.
“Rory wouldn’t do that either,” she teases.
“What would he do now?”
“Go again.”
Summoning his last bit of strength, he gives it one more shot. Finally, completely drained, he picks up the phone.
“Room service?” she asks sweetly.
“No,” he gasps. “I’m calling Rory McIlroy to ask what the par is for this hole.”
