The Perfect Shot
May 7, 2021 10:41:10 #
Bob stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
May 7, 2021 10:55:52 #
May 7, 2021 11:16:02 #
That wouldn’t be healthy here. Wives play as much as their husbands.
May 8, 2021 08:29:09 #
May 8, 2021 08:34:31 #
May 8, 2021 08:53:47 #
trinhqthuan
Loc: gaithersburg
Kraken wrote:
Bob stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
May 8, 2021 16:08:34 #
May 8, 2021 18:39:13 #
--Bob
Kraken wrote:
Bob stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
Finally, his exasperated partner asked, "what the hell is taking so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here."
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