A father, son and grandson went to the country club for
their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first
tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of
clubs approached them.
She explained that the member who brought her to the club
for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away
and asked the trio whether she could join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, 'Look,
fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing
shocks me anymore. If any of you
Want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell
off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when
playing a round together, go ahead. But, I enjoy playing
golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to
coach me on how to play my shots.'
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive
first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to
place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit
the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the
green.
The father's mouth was agape. 'That was
beautiful,' he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, 'I really
didn't get into it, and I faded it a little.'
After the three guys hit their drives and their second
shots, the
blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within
five feet of the
hole. (She was closest to the pin.)
The son said, 'Damn, lady, you played that
perfectly.'
The blonde frowned and said, 'It was a little weak, but
even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've
left a tricky little putt.' She then tapped in the
five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honours, she drove first on the second hole,
knocked the heck out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300
yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued
to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par
or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three
under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an
undulating green for a par.
She turned to the three guys and said, 'I really want
to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists
and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I
need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70
on this course.
If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole
I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some
35-year-old Single Malt Strath Mill Scotch in him, fix him a
steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of
the night.'
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across
the green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally
said, 'Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the
hole and hit it firm. It will get over
that little hump and break right into the cup.'
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter
as a plumb. 'Don't listen to the kid, darlin',
you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it
run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the
cup.'
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the
blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and
said, 'That's a gimme, sweetheart.'
The blonde smiled and said, 'Your car or mine?'
OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL OVERCOME YOUTH AND SKILL EVERY
TIME!
their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first
tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of
clubs approached them.
She explained that the member who brought her to the club
for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away
and asked the trio whether she could join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, 'Look,
fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing
shocks me anymore. If any of you
Want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell
off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when
playing a round together, go ahead. But, I enjoy playing
golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to
coach me on how to play my shots.'
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive
first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to
place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit
the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the
green.
The father's mouth was agape. 'That was
beautiful,' he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, 'I really
didn't get into it, and I faded it a little.'
After the three guys hit their drives and their second
shots, the
blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within
five feet of the
hole. (She was closest to the pin.)
The son said, 'Damn, lady, you played that
perfectly.'
The blonde frowned and said, 'It was a little weak, but
even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've
left a tricky little putt.' She then tapped in the
five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honours, she drove first on the second hole,
knocked the heck out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300
yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued
to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par
or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three
under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an
undulating green for a par.
She turned to the three guys and said, 'I really want
to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists
and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I
need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70
on this course.
If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole
I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some
35-year-old Single Malt Strath Mill Scotch in him, fix him a
steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of
the night.'
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across
the green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally
said, 'Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the
hole and hit it firm. It will get over
that little hump and break right into the cup.'
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter
as a plumb. 'Don't listen to the kid, darlin',
you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it
run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the
cup.'
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the
blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and
said, 'That's a gimme, sweetheart.'
The blonde smiled and said, 'Your car or mine?'
OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL OVERCOME YOUTH AND SKILL EVERY
TIME!
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