Jokes God Loves Golfers Part 3

 



The Borrowing Golfer

Every time the man next door headed toward Robinson’s

house, Robinson knew he was coming to borrow something.

“He won’t get away with it this time,” muttered Robinson to

his wife. “Watch this.”

“Er, I was wondering if you’d be using your power saw this

morning?” the neighbor began.

“Gee, I’m awfully sorry,” said Robinson with a smug look,

“but the fact of the matter is, I’ll be using it all day.”

“In that case,” said the neighbor, “you won’t be using your

golf clubs; mind if I borrow them?”



Which Club

A golfer took his tee shot and watched the ball sail into the

woods. His next shot went into a few trees. He tried again and

managed to hit the ball over the fairway and into more trees.

Finally, after several more shots, he ended up in a sand trap.

Throughout his ordeal, he was under the watchful eye of the

local golf pro.

“Which club should I use on this shot?” he asked the pro.

“I don’t know,” the pro replied. “What game are you playing?”



Golf Again?

“You’re going out to play golf again?” his wife complained.

“I’m only following doctor’s orders,” replied her husband.

“Do I look stupid to you?” she screamed.

“But it’s true,” he said, walking out the door. “He specifically

told me I should get some iron every day.”



Out Late

“What’s your excuse for coming home at this time of the

night?” the avid golfer’s wife asked him.

“I was golfi ng with Tom and Ray, my dear,” replied

her husband.

“What?” she yelled. “At 2:00 in the morning!?”

“Well, yes,” he explained. “We were using nightclubs.”


Echoes

A friend of mine hates to lose at golf. He was in a foursome

when his ball landed in a sand trap. He was hidden from view,

but the rest of us could hear him as he hacked away at the

ball. When he fi nally drove it out and rejoined us, I asked him

how many strokes that was.

“Three,” he replied.

“Oh come on!” I said. “I heard six.”

“It was a very deep trap,” he replied. “Three were

echoes.”



I Sort-of Do

On a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon, Morris stood on the

1st tee at his country club. He had just pulled out his driver

when a young woman in a wedding gown came running up to

him, crying.

“You bastard!” she screamed in his face. “You lousy, nogood,

rotten, damn, stinking bastard!”

“What’s your problem, Sherry?” he calmly replied. “I

distinctly told you only if it rained.”


Wrong Message

The little church in the suburbs suddenly stopped buying

from its regular offi ce supply dealer. So, the dealer telephoned

Deacon Brown to ask why.

“I’ll tell you why,” scolded Deacon Brown. “Our church

ordered some pencils from you to be used in the pews for

visitors to register.”

“Well,” interrupted the dealer, “didn’t you receive them yet?”

“Oh, we received them all right,” replied Deacon Brown.

“However, you sent us some golf pencils…each stamped with

the words, ‘Play Golf Next Sunday.’”


The Birds and the Bees

Comes the time in a boy’s life when Dad sits him down for the

“big talk.” This was one father’s approach:

“Son,” he said, “you’ll soon have urges and feelings that

you’ve never had before. Your heart will start to pound, and

the palms of your hands will sweat. You’ll be preoccupied, and

you won’t be able to think of anything else.

“But don’t worry,” he continued, “it’s perfectly normal—it’s

called golf.”



What’s Your Secret?

A reporter was interviewing Jack Nicklaus. He asked, “Jack,

you are spectacular! Your name is synonymous with the game

of golf. You really know your way around the course. What is

your secret?”

To which Jack replied, “The holes are numbered.”

“You



To Golf or Not to Golf

Four middle-aged jocks were out for their usual game of

golf. Seldom did any of these guys break a hundred, but they

faithfully played three or four times a week.

One day Fred was having a particularly tough time,

taking his fourth shot from the bunker on a 120-yard par-3.

Frustrated, he expressed his feelings, and the feelings of his

three buddies, when he said, “If I wasn’t married, I’d give up

this darn game!”



Famous Foursome

There was once a foursome playing that was taking forever

to get around the course. The group consisted of Monica

Lewinski, O.J. Simpson, Ted Kennedy, and Bill Clinton.

According to observers, the problems they were having were

attributable to typical problems faced by the novice golfer…

Monica is a hooker, O.J. is a slicer, Kennedy can’t drive over

water, and Clinton is never sure which hole he’s supposed to

be playing.




Adverse Weather Conditions

Two blondes were playing golf at a foggy par-3 and could see

the flag, but not the green. Each hit their ball anyway. When

they walked to the green, they discovered one about three

feet from the cup, while the other somehow had gone directly

in. They tried to figure out which ball belonged to who, since

they were both using Titleist number threes.

Unable to decide, they returned to the clubhouse and

asked the golf pro for a ruling. After hearing their story and

congratulating them both on their superb shots under such

adverse conditions he asked, “OK, so who was playing the

yellow ball?”



Putt

Standing on the tee of a relatively long par-3, a confi dent golfer

said to his caddie, “Looks like a 4-wood and a putt to me.”

The caddie suggested that he instead play it safe and hit a

4-iron, then a wedge.

The golfer was insulted and proceeded to scream and yell

at the caddie, telling him that he was a better golfer than that

and how dare the caddie underestimate his game!

Giving in, the caddie handed the gentleman the 4-wood he

had asked for. He then proceeded to top the ball and watched

as it rolled about fi fteen yards off the front of the tee.

Immediately the caddie handed him his putter and said,

“And now for one hell of a putt…”



Daddy

One little girl was bragging about her father: “He must be one

of the best golfers ever. He gets to hit the ball more than any

of the other men.”



Smart Worms

Becky loved the game of golf but was not very good at it. She

was out on the links one day, playing with her husband, Don.

As usual, every time she swung at the ball, she made the earth

beneath it fly every which way!

“My goodness, Don,” she said, blushing at her ineptitude,

“I bet the worms think there’s an earthquake going on.”

“Don’t worry, honey. The worms on this course are mighty

smart. My guess is that most of them are hiding beneath your

golf ball for safety!”



Him and Her

A wife and husband both talked in their sleep. She loved

auctions; his hobby was golf. The other night, the golfer

yelled, “Fore!”

His wife yelled back, “Four-fifty!”



Golf Dog

A man and his friend meet at the clubhouse and decide

to play a round of golf together. The man has a little dog

with him and on the 1st green, and when the man holes

out a 20-foot putt, the little dog starts to yip and stands

up on its hind legs.

The friend is quite amazed at this clever trick and

says, “That dog is really talented! What does he do if

you miss a putt?”

“Somersaults,” says the man.

“Somersaults?!” says the friend, “That’s incredible.

How many does he do?”

“Well,” says the man. “That depends on how hard I

kick him in the ass.”



God and Moses

God and Moses were out golfi ng. They were both doing well.

Then they came up to the 5th hole. It was a dogleg to the left,

with a lake to the right. Moses got up and hit a long shot with

a little hook right in the middle of the fairway. Then God got

up and pulled out his driver.

Then Moses said, “God, every time you use your driver, you

always slice it.”

God said, “If Tiger Woods can do it, I can do it.” He approached

the ball, got ready, and then hit a long one. It drifted to the

right, splish! Right into the middle of the lake.

Moses said, “See, God, I told you that would happen. I’ll get

it this time, but you’ll have to get it next time.” So Moses went

out to the lake, held up his club, and parted the lake. Then

he went down, picked up the ball, and came back. After that,

everything was going fi ne.

Until the 18th hole, straightaway, with a long lake on the

right. Moses hit a nice straight shot down the fairway. Then

God took out his driver.

Moses said, “God, last time you used your driver you sliced

it. You always slice it.”

And God repeated, “If Tiger Woods can do it, I can do it.” So

he got up, and hit the ball. Long hard shot, sliced, plunk!

Moses said, “I got the last one.” So God walked on the

water, bent over, picked up the ball. About this time there was

a foursome coming up behind them.

One of the guys saw what God was doing and asked Moses,

“Who does that guy think he is, Jesus?”

Moses replied, “No. He thinks he’s Tiger Woods.”


He’s a Liar

A group of golfers is searching for one of their golf

balls out in the deep rough. After several minutes of

laboring, the golfer who sliced his ball out into the trash

declares he found it, inciting another in his group to

scream out:

“He is a damn liar! I have his ball in my pocket!”


Rude Caddie

“That’s it!” said the exasperated golfer to this insolent

young caddie. “I’ve had enough of your lip. When we get

back to the clubhouse, I’m going to report you directly to the

caddie master.”

“Ooooooh, I’m so worried,” responded the little brat.

“You’d better worry,” said the golfer.

“And why should I worry?” said the kid. “At the rate you

play, by the time we get back, it’ll be time for me to retire.”


Handicap

What is a handicapped golfer?

One who plays with his boss.

“I f ind it more satisfying to be a bad player

at golf. The worse you play, the better you

remember the occasional good shot.”

—Nubar Sarkis Gulbenkian



Transfer

After Sunday service, a young couple talked to a pastor about

joining the church. He hadn’t met the husband before, and he

asked what church the husband was transferring from.

A little sadly, he replied, “I am transferring from the

Municipal Golf Course.”



“Golf and sex are about the only things

you can enjoy without being good at it.”

—Jimmy Demaret


“Golf is 90 percent inspiration and

10 percent perspiration.”

—Johnny Miller


Gimme a Break

A yuppie was sent a ransom note saying that he was to bring

$50,000 to the 17th hole of the country club at ten o’clock the

next day if he ever wanted to see his wife alive again.

He didn’t arrive until almost 12:30. A masked man stepped

out from behind some bushes and growled, “What the hell

took ya so long? You’re over two hours late.”

“Hey! Give me a break,” whined the yuppie. “I have

a 27-handicap.”


Questionable Pro

“I don’t know about that new pro,” said Robby at the golf club.

“He may be a little strange.”

“Why do you think that?” asked Bill.

“He just tried to correct my stance again,” said Robby.

“So?” said Bill. “He’s just trying to help your game.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was standing at the urinal at

the time.”


Add a Stroke

Three members of a golf club were arguing loudly while the

fourth member of their group lay dead in a bunker. A club

official was called to calm the row. “What’s the trouble here?”

he asked.

“My partner has had a stroke, and these two bastards want

to add it to my score.”

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