You think so much of your old golf game that you don’t even remember when we were married.
Course I do, my dear. It was the day I sank a 30 yard putt.
There was a guy so addicted to golf that all he did is go out on the links every single day. He had ambitions of making it to the Pros, so he took his game very seriously.
One windy day while playing in the finals of a a tournament, the guy was in contention, so he played every shot with utmost care and concentration. After all the scores were submitted, he was declared the winner of the tournament.
He went home to his wife with the trophy and some small cash prize. He kept repeating his round over dinner. The wife, who is not the least bit interested in golf, got up and went to bed early. The guy follows after a few hours, still high on his golf championship.
At around two in the morning, the wife jumps up and screams at her husband, who also gets startled and wakes up. “What happened? Why are you screaming?” the guy asked his wife.
“Why wouldn’t I shout? You just pulled a patch of hair from me and threw it up in the air!”
Fred called his friend in tears.
“I can’t believe it,” he sobbed. “My wife left me for my golfing partner.”
“Get a hold of yourself, man,” said his friend. “There are plenty of other women out there.”
“Who’s talking about her?” said Fred. “He was the only guy that I could ever beat!”
Having led an interestingly dissolute life composed largely of women, drinking, gambling and golf, but not necessarily in that order, at the end of it, the new arrival was not too surprised to find himself in hell. He was however quite surprised to find that his particular corner of Hades was an eighteen-hole golf course complete with gentle woods, a cooly serene lake, well kept fairways, an immaculate green and a clubhouse with the usual professional’s shop. The reprobate’s delight was complete when he read the shop’s notice.
HELP YOURSELF. ALL EQUIPMENT FREE.
“Well, this is going to be tough to take,” he leered as he chose a bag containing perfectly matched clubs. So laden he ambled to the first tee where he took out a driver, gave a delighted practice swing and then felt in the ball pocket. It was empty. He was about to return to the shop to remedy the situation when he noticed a grinning figure in red.
“Don’t mind me,” the grin grew wider, “and don’t bother going back for balls. There aren’t any. That’s the hell of it!”
Bill, Ralph, and Fred gathered for a round of golf on Mother’s Day. The men were quite surprised at being “let go” for the day, and each wanted to know how the other got away from their wife.
Fred said, “I purchased a dozen red roses for my wife, and she was so happy that she let me go.”
Ralph said, “I purchased a diamond ring for my wife, and she was so thrilled with me that she let me go.”
Bill said, “I woke up this morning, rolled over, looked at my wife, and said to her: `Golf course or inter-course,’ and she said: ‘I’ll put your clubs in the car’.”
Watching from the Club house overlooking the 10 green, we saw a foursome approaching. Having marked their balls, suddenly one of the guys fell down and the three others started a fist fight.
The Golf Captain stormed out from the Club house to separate the fighting men.
“Why are you fighting?” he asked “You see,” said one of them, “my partner had a stroke and died just now, and these buggers want to include it on the scorecard.”
Dame Fortune was seldom kind to Sam . Although Sam had a real zest for life he was constantly beset by bad luck. He loved poker but poker did not love Sam; he played the stock market with great anticipation but always seemed to be the one who bought high and sold low. His life seemed to be full of more downs than ups.
His greatest delight was his golf game. Not that Sam was a great golfer; in fact, he never managed to break 100, but the odd shot that somehow ended up in the general area he had in mind was enough to keep his hopes alive. Finally Sam became ill and passed away. But just before he died, he asked that his remains be cremated and his ashes be scattered just off the fairway on the ninth hole of his home course.
Accordingly, a gathering assembled to carry out Sam’s wishes. It was a bright sunny day and was going well. Then, as the ashes were being strewn …. a gust of wind came up and … blew Sam out of bounds.
One morning, a man approached the first tee, only to find another guy approaching from the other side. They began talking and decided to play 9 holes together.
After teeing off, they sat off down the fairway, continuing their chat.
“What do you do?” the first man asked.
“I’m a salesman. What about you?”
“I’m a hitman for the mob,” replied the second man.
The hitman noticed that the 1st guy started getting a little nervous and continued. “Yeah. I’m the highest paid guy in the business. I’m the best.” He stopped, sat down his bag of clubs, and pulled out a fancy, high powered rifle that was loaded with all types of scopes and sights. He than asked the man where he lived.
Still nervous the man replied, “In a subdivision just west of here.”
The hitman placed the gun against his shoulder, faced west, peered into a scope and asked “What color roof ya’ got?”
“Gray.”
Then he asked “What color siding?”
“Yellow.”
“You got a silver Toyota?”
“Yeah,” replied the first man who was now completely amazed by the accuracy of the hitman’s equipment. “That’s my wife’s car.”
“That your red pickup next to it?”
Looking baffled the man asked if he could look through the scope.
Looking through the sights, he said “Hell. That’s my buddy Jeff’s truck. What the hell is he doing there if I’m..?”
The hitman looked through the scope once more. “Your wife a blond?”
“Yeah.”
“Your buddy got black hair?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, I don’t know how to tell you, but I think you’ve got a problem. They’re going at it like a couple of teenagers in there.” said the hitman.
“Problem??! THEY’VE got the problem! I want you to shoot both of them! Right now!”
The hitman paused and said, “Sure. But it’ll cost you. Like I said, I’m the best. I get paid $5,000 per shot.”
“I don’t care! Just do it! I want you to shoot her right in the head, then shoot him right in the groin!”
The hitman agreed, turned, and took firing position. He carefully stared into the sights, taking careful aim. He then said, “You know what buddy. This is your lucky day. I think I can save you $5,000!”
Yes, and there’s the one about the party of golfers who notice a funeral passing by on a road adjacent to the course. Ralph suggests to the others, “Why don’t we pause a moment and show some respect for the dead.” So they remove their caps and stand in silence as car after car goes by.
Finally, Ralph remarks, “There sure are a lot of cars. That person must have been well loved.” Bill replies, “Yes, she was. We would have been married 25 years tomorrow.”
Jesus and Arnold Palmer were playing golf. It’s Arnold’s turn to tee off, and he does so. It’s a long drive straight up the fairway, and he’s about a five iron off the green. “Not bad,” Jesus says. A Jesus step up to tee off, but His drive slices badly and lands on an island in the middle of a water hazard. Jesus calmly walks across the water to take his next shot.
“Jesus!” yells Palmer, “Who do you think you are, Jack Nicklaus?”
