Burtzy
Loc: Bronx N.Y. & Simi Valley, CA
Two guys are about to putt on the 11th green. A small gully runs around the back of green and a chain-link fence separates the golf course from a road that runs along the other side of the fence.
One of the golfer is carefully lining up his putt when a funeral procession passes by on the road. He stops what he is doing, removes his cap and stands silently, his head bowed, until the procession has passed. Then, he casually puts his cap back on, lines up the putt and sinks it.
His friend, impressed by this show of respect, comments: "I've got to say. I think it shows remarkable character that you stopped what you were doing and took a moment of silence reflection when that funeral went by."
The other one replies: "It was the least I could do. I've been married to her for 34 years."
99 years old but still a goodun
Burtzy
Loc: Bronx N.Y. & Simi Valley, CA
Gee. I only heard it about 50 years ago.
Burtzy
Loc: Bronx N.Y. & Simi Valley, CA
Adicus wrote:
99 years old but still a goodun
New Zealand, huh? The fellow who told me the joke some 50 years ago lives in Auckland. One of my oldest friends...and like me, an awful golfer.
I actually wonder about jokes and whether they are the same ones circulated time after time. The good ones are worth it though as we all need a laugh.
Burtzy
Loc: Bronx N.Y. & Simi Valley, CA
Adicus wrote:
I actually wonder about jokes and whether they are the same ones circulated time after time. The good ones are worth it though as we all need a laugh.
The story-tellers may pass on, but the best stories never will. That goes for one-liners too. Henny Youngman: "Take my wife...please."
Heard it many times before also but still makes me laugh
Don
Two golfers were about to tee off on the 9th fairway when a naked woman suddenly dashed across the fairway and disappeared into the bushes. 15 seconds later, two guys in white coats and nets ran across after the woman. After another 10 seconds came another guy in a white coat carrying two buckets full of sand.
One of the golfers turned to his caddy and asked, “What was that all about?” The caddy replied, “That woman is a patient at the mental hospital, and she occasionally escapes and they have to chase her down.” The golfer replies, “OK, but what about the guy with the buckets of sand?” The reply came back, “That’s his handicap, he caught her last time.”
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