It's the day after the wedding. The groom steps out of the bedroom, golf bag over his shoulder.
"Honey," he says, "I've got a confession to make. I'm a golf nut. You'll never see me on weekends during golf season."
The bride nods her head understandingly. "I've also got a confession to make, darling. I'm a hooker."
"No big deal," says the husband. "Just keep your head down and your left arm straight."
