Perfect Golf Shot

 

Bob stood over his tee sot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his backswing. 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."

Perfect Golf Shot

 

Bob stood over his tee sot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his backswing. 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."

 

let the guy dream

you know the first time i saw the david/goliath icon, i thought david was holding a spleen or something. not a slingshot.

you know the first time i saw the david/goliath icon, i thought david was holding a spleen or something. not a slingshot.

 

Oohh, Davey.

 

Edited September 9, 200520 yr by FlaSoxxJim

you know the first time i saw the david/goliath icon, i thought david was holding a spleen or something. not a slingshot.

 

and you know what a ripped out spleen would look like, how? Isn't that nuke's line of work.

Perfect Golf Shot

 

Bob stood over his tee sot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his backswing. 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."