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From: gawilson@watdaisy.UUCP (Graham Wilson)
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Subject: Golfing Joke
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Date: Tue, 12-Feb-85 19:01:16 EST
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Posted: Tue Feb 12 19:01:16 1985
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Organization: U of Waterloo, Ontario
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Golfing on a Sunday afternoon...

	One warm, sunny afternoon, George and Henry were out on the course 
playing a few rounds of golf.  For a while the game went smoothly until
George started to miss the easiest shots.  On the fourth hole, George lined
up to putt his ball (which was a measly 2 feet from the hole), tapped it
lightly, and watched in dismay as the ball swerved, finally coming to a rest
about 8 feet from the hole (on the other side).

	"God dammit! I missed!" cussed George, throwing down his iron.

	"Don't say that!" remarked his friend (with a cautious glance       
upwards), "God will get you!"

	"Phooey!", replied George (who was not very religious), and the game
continued.

	On the seventh hole, the same thing happened.  George screws up a
3 foot put and ends up requiring three extra putts to repair the damage
caused by the original shot.

	"God Damn Damn Damn!  I missed again!" yelled George, and again his
friend cautioned him to watch his language or 'God would get him'.  George
gave a little sigh, and the game continued.

	On the ninth hole, George lined up a one-foot putt, taps the ball,
and sends it rolling down a previously unseen slant in the ground, and into
a pond.

	Now this was just too much for poor George, and with great (though
somewhat exagerrated) physical effort, he hurled his golf club far into the
woods, and yelled "God Dammit I missed!"

	Just then the sky became dark, a noticable drop in the temperature
occured and a cold wind started to blow.  A few seconds later, a huge hole
in the clouds opened up, and the brightest, largest, loudest bolt of 
lightning came thundering down, just missing George by about a foot and 
a half.

	And a booming voice thundered:

		"DAMMIT!  I MISSED."


Graham Wilson, University of Waterloo.
"Always store beer in a dark place." - Lazarus Long