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09-14-2006, 10:43 AM
One fine day, Bob and Tom are out golfing. Tom slices his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball.
The brush is quite thick, but Tom searches diligently and suddenly he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Tom calls out to his golfing partner in an agitated voice, "Hey Bob, come here, I've got trouble down here."
Bob comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out, "What's the matter Tom?"
Tom shouts back, "Throw me my 7-iron! You can't get out of here with an 8-iron."
The brush is quite thick, but Tom searches diligently and suddenly he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Tom calls out to his golfing partner in an agitated voice, "Hey Bob, come here, I've got trouble down here."
Bob comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out, "What's the matter Tom?"
Tom shouts back, "Throw me my 7-iron! You can't get out of here with an 8-iron."
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09-28-2006, 11:34 AM
Good one.
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