A young man walks into his local church, enters the confessional, kneels down and says "bless me father for I have sinned, I said the 'F' word". "Well my son" says the priest, 'it happens, tell me about it, where were you"? The young man responds "on the golf course". Ah, I understand, I play the game myself, it's very frustrating. What happened? Well Father, I was on a crowded 1st tee when I sliced the ball into the woods. ...Of course, that's when you said it!.... No Father, I actually found my ball and was able to punch it out into the middle of the fairway....... Really?! Then what happened?....... Well I picked my seven iron, and hit a perfect 150 yard shot right down the middle,unfortunately, on the last roll it fell into the trap. Wow, is that when you said it!....No, actually Father, I got my trusty sand wedge and popped a beautiful shot in the air hit the flag and dropped it 18" from the cup......."Don't tell me you missed the f-cking putt"!!?
Even though I hate golf, this is a cute joke.
This reminded me of a story about a couple who went out to dinner. The guy was in a total silent, sulken funk and she was overcome with what she had done. Her diary had page after page analyzing everything in detail as to why he said nothing and seemed to not know she was there. Later we to see his diary in which was written "who in hell misses a 6-inch put."
It may have been told here, last year.
If you want to reply, then
register here. Registration is free and your account is created instantly, so you can post right away.