| SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY, a woman called her husband's lifelong golfing buddy. "What's the matter ?" asked the friend. "It's Sam," she said. "I don't know where I went wrong." "What do you mean ?" "I was cleaning out Sam's closet," the wife explained," and I found several boxes with miniskirt blouses and pantyhose in them." "So?" "But they aren't mine and when I asked Sam about them, he told me they were his." "There's nothing to get upset about," the friend assured her. "Everybody knows that Sam will do any thing to be able to hit from the ladies' tee." |
| A country club didn't allow women on the golf course. Eventually, there was enough pressure that they decided to allow women on the course during the week. The ladies were satisfied with this arrangement, formed a women's club and became very active. After about 6 months, the club board received a letter from the women's club complaining about the men, urinating on the golf course. Naturally, they just ignored the matter. After another 6 months, they received another letter reminding them of the previous letter and demanding action. After due deliberation they sent the women a letter advising them that they had been granted equal privileges! |
| SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY, a woman called her husband's lifelong golfing buddy. "What's the matter ?" asked the friend. "It's Sam," she said. "I don't know where I went wrong." "What do you mean ?" "I was cleaning out Sam's closet," the wife explained, "and I found several boxes with miniskirt blouses and pantyhose in them." < "So?" "But they aren't mine- and when I asked Sam about them, he told me they were his." "There's nothing to get upset about," the friend assured her. "Everybody knows that Sam will do any thing to be able to hit from the ladies' tee." |
| During his physical examination, a doctor asked a man about his physical activity level. He described a typical day this way: "Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7km through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few 'leaks' behind some big trees. The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers" Inspired by the story, the doctor said, "You must be one hell of an outdoors man." "No," he replied, "I'm just a shit golfer." |