around for his clothes, gets dressed, and leaves as fast as he can.
On the way home he has an idea.
He goes to the local park and rubs his shoes in the grass, and makes some grass stains on the bottom legs of his trousers.
He finally gets home and his wife is up and very angry.
“Well?!” She demands. “I’ll be honest,” he replies. “I’m having and affair,
have been for a year and I’ve just spent the night with her.”
She looks him up and down and notices the grass on his shoes and trouser legs.
“You lying son of bitch!” She shouts. “You’ve been playing bloody golf again.”