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  • stuckylad
    DK Veteran
    • Jun 2008
    • 991
    #1

    golf tip



    A young woman had been taking golf lessons.
    She had just started playing her first round of golf.
    When she suffered a bee sting.
    Her pain was so intense that she decided to return
    to the clubhouse for help and to complain.

    Her golf pro saw her come into the clubhouse and
    asked, 'Why are you back in so early? What's wrong?'

    'I was stung by a bee', she said.
    'Where', he asked.
    'Between the first and second hole', she replied.
    He nodded knowingly and said,
    'Then your stance is too wide.'
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    • jasbo7
      V.I.P. Member
      • Nov 2008
      • 1432
      #2
      thought that was great m8

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        • andy4
          V.I.P. Member
          • Apr 2008
          • 1125
          #3
          Originally posted by stuckylad


          A young woman had been taking golf lessons.
          She had just started playing her first round of golf.
          When she suffered a bee sting.
          Her pain was so intense that she decided to return
          to the clubhouse for help and to complain.

          Her golf pro saw her come into the clubhouse and
          asked, 'Why are you back in so early? What's wrong?'

          'I was stung by a bee', she said.
          'Where', he asked.
          'Between the first and second hole', she replied.
          He nodded knowingly and said,
          'Then your stance is too wide.'
          good 1 stucky made me chuckle
          WIGAN ATH the BLUE BRAZILIANS
          DWSTADIUM the theatre of SCREAMS


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            • jasbo7
              V.I.P. Member
              • Nov 2008
              • 1432
              #4
              golf poem

              Golf Poem

              In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
              White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
              Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
              This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

              By It's Size I Could Not Guess,
              The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
              But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
              I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

              My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
              Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
              It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
              A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

              It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry,
              I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
              It Promises A Thing Called Par,
              If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.

              To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
              Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
              But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
              And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

              It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
              And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
              Often It Will Have A Whim,
              To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

              With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
              It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
              Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
              If Only It Would Find The Hole.

              It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
              And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
              And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
              But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.


              Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of balls....

              A recent study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles a year.

              Another study found golfers drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.

              That means, on average, golfers get about 41 miles to the gallon.

              Kind of makes you proud. I Almost feel like a hybrid

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