I, Sort-of, Do...
On a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, a guy
stood on the first tee at his country club. He had
just pulled out his driver when a young woman in
a wedding gown came running up to him, crying.
"You creep!" she screamed in his face. "You
lousy no-good rotten stinking creep!"
"What's your problem, sweetie?" he calmly replied.
"I distinctly told you 'only if it rained'."