Joke Of The Day
An ardent golfer dies and finds himself at the pearly gates. St. Peter tells the man he has lived an exemplary life and he can go right in.
The man asks, “St. Peter, where is the golf course?”
“I’m terribly sorry,” replies St. Peter, “but that’s one thing we don’t have here.”
The man turns and decides that he will see if the situation is any better in hell. On the road to hell, he is greeted by the devil who has already heard of the golfer’s rejection of heaven.
“This way, sir,” says the devil, “the finest tournament-quality 18 holes you are likely to find this side of Augusta, Georgia.”
The golfer looks around and agrees that it is the finest course he has ever seen and decides he’d rather spend eternity there than in heaven, so he signs up for the full package.
“So,” he says to the devil, “why don’t you go get me some clubs and balls and I’ll have the game I love for the rest of my afterlife.”
“I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have any,” the devil responds.
“What?” says the man. “No balls or clubs for a fine course like this?”
“No, sir,” says the devil fiendishly, “that’s the hell of it.”
We all have that one golf buddy…
Swing Thoughts
“If you drink, don’t drive. Don’t even putt.” – Dean Martin
