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To: Trillian

Since it’s US Open weekend a little golf humor...

A husband and wife are out playing. They came to one hole which has an old barn along the right side of the fairway. The wife slices her drive directly behind the barn.

Her husband says ‘no problem, hon. I’ll open the barn doors and you can hit right through the barn to the green.’

He does so and waits for her to hit on the far side of the barn. The wife strikes a beautiful shot right through the open barn. Unfortunately it strikes her husband right square in the forehead. He is dead before he even hits the ground.

Years pass, the tragedy fades and she remarries. She still plays golf regularly. Ironically, she is on the same course again with her new husband and they come to that hole again. And again she slices to directly behind the barn.

New hubby says ‘no problem dear. I’ll open the barn doors and you can hit right through it’.

‘I don’t think so’ she replies. ‘The last time I tried that I took a double bogey’.

Happy Father’s Day All!


10 posted on 06/18/2021 4:28:19 PM PDT by Rummyfan (In any war between the civilized man and the savage, support the civilized man. Support Israel.d)
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To: Rummyfan

During my physical, my doctor asked me about my daily activity level.
So I described a typical day this way:
“Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded along the edge of a lake,
escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush,
marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy,
crawled out of quicksand, and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake.”
Inspired by my story, the doctor said,
“You must be some outdoorsman!”
“No,” I replied,
“I’m just a $hitty golfer.”


15 posted on 06/18/2021 4:35:15 PM PDT by Colonial35
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