A Bad Game
After a particularly poor game of golf, I skipped the clubhouse and started to go home. As I was walking to the parking lot to get my car, a policeman stopped me and asked, "Did you tee off on the sixteenth hole about twenty minutes ago?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Did you happen to hook your ball so that it went over the trees and off the course?" the cop asked.
"Yes, I did. How did you know?" I asked.
"Well," said the policeman, "Your ball flew out onto the highway and crashed through a driver's windshield. The car went out of control, crashing into five other cars and a fire truck. The fire truck couldn't make it to a fire, and the building burned down. So, what are you going to do about it?"
I thought it over very carefully and replied, "I think I'll close my stance a little bit, tighten my grip and lower my right thumb."
4 comments:
Sehr geEhrter Herr Anchovy
The entertaining Le Chevalier d'AerChie should examine his pSoul closely and realize :
1. this calamity would not have happened if he had not been engaging in this SCHOCKing ENJOYMENT of Golfing ON THE SABBATH
and
2. WE his diverse and manifold admirers would not this day have had our tranquillity distressed by this distressing fable, if HE had not been BLOGGING schockingly on the Sabbath
Your schocked obedient servant etc
G Eagle
I've played golf once in the last 15 years. I hit a sparrow in mid flight and killed it. I've felt too guilty ever since.
... is 4-Dinners confiding in us that he is a young man of such tender conscience that this infelicitous event has occasioned his giving up Golf since
heh!
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