Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/18/84; site watdaisy.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!watdaisy!gawilson From: gawilson@watdaisy.UUCP (Graham Wilson) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Golfing Joke Message-ID: <6959@watdaisy.UUCP> Date: Tue, 12-Feb-85 19:01:16 EST Article-I.D.: watdaisy.6959 Posted: Tue Feb 12 19:01:16 1985 Date-Received: Wed, 13-Feb-85 02:36:23 EST Distribution: net Organization: U of Waterloo, Ontario Lines: 48 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