Castration, The Guillotine And Banning Golf.

[Khandro]

Is this the way forward?
https://www.rt.com/uk/385786-guillotine-golf-ban-ukip/

[Old_Geezer]

My wife said to me: OG, it's about time that you learned to play golf.
That's the game where you chase a ball all over the country when you are too
old to chase women.

So I went to see Jones and asked him if he would teach me how to play.
He said: sure, you've got balls haven't you? I said yes, but sometimes on
cold mornings they're kinda hard to find. Bring them to the clubhouse
tomorrow, he said, and we will tee off. What's tee off, I asked?

He said, it's a golf term and we have to tee off in front of the
clubhouse. Not for me, I said, you can tee off if you want to but I'll
tee off behind the barn, somewhere. No, no, he said, a tee is a fine thing
about the size of your little finger. Yeah, I've got one of those. Well,
he said, you stick it in the ground and put your ball on top of it. I
asked, do you play golf sitting down? I always thought that you stood up
and walked around. You do, he said, you're standing up when you put your
ball on the tee. Well, folks, I thought that was stretching things a little
too far, and I said so!

He said, you've got a bag, haven't you? Sure, I said. He said, your
balls are in it, aren't they? Of course, I told him. Well, he said, can't
you open the bag and take one out? I said, I suppose I could, but damned if
I was going to. He asked if I didn't have a zipper on my bag, but I told
him no, I'm the old fashioned type.

Then he asked he if I knew how to hold my club. Well, after fifty years
I should have some sort of idea, and I told him so. He said, you take your
club in both hands---folks, I knew right then he didn't know what he was
talking about. Then he said you swing it over your shoulder. No, no,
that's not me, that's my brother you're thinking about. He asked me, how
do you hold your club and before I thought I said, "in two fingers." He
said that wasn't right and got behind me and put both arms around me and
told me to bend over and he would show me how. He couldn't catch me there,
because I didn't put four years in the Navy for nothing.

He said you hit the ball with your club and it will soar and soar. I
said I could well imagine. Then he said, and when you're on the green--
what's the green, I asked. That's where the hole is, he said. Surely you
are not colour blind, I asked. No, then you take your putter, "what's the
putter", I asked. That's the smallest club made, he said. That's what I've
got, a putter. And with it, he said, you put your ball in the hole. I
corrected, you mean the putter? He said, the ball, the hole isn't big
enough for the ball and the putter too. Well, I've seen holes big enough
for a horse and wagon. Then, he said, after you make the first hole,
you go on to the next seventeen.

He wasn't thinking about me. After two holes I'm shot to hell. You
mean, he said, you can't make eighteen holes in one day? Hell, no, it
takes me eighteen days to make one hole, besides, how do I know when I'm
in the eighteenth hole? He said the flag would go up.

THAT WOULD BE JUST MY LUCK!