Golf: Left Or Right Handed?

[ChillDoubt]

Four guys who worked together always golfed as a group at 7 a.m. Sunday. But one of them got transferred, and they were talking about trying to fill out the foursome.

A woman standing near the tee said, "Hey, I like to golf, can I join the group?"

They were hesitant but said she could come once to try it. She said "Good, I'll be there at 6:30 or quarter to seven."

She showed up right at 6:30, and wound up setting a course record with a 7-under-par round. The guys went nuts and everyone in the clubhouse congratulated her. Meanwhile, she was fun and pleasant the entire round. The guys happily invited her back the next week and she said "Sure, I'll be here at 6:30 or quarter to 7."

Again, she showed up at 6:30 Sunday morning. Only this time, she played left-handed, and matched her 7-under par score of the previous week. By now the guys were totally amazed, and they asked her to join the group for keeps.

They had a beer after their round, and one of the guys asked her, "how do you know if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"

She said "That's easy. Before I leave for the golf course, I pull the covers off my husband, who sleeps in the nude. If his member is pointing to the right, I golf right-handed; if it's pointed to the left, I golf left-handed."

A guy asked "what if it's pointed straight up?"





She said "Then I'll be here at nine o'clock."

[marval]

Oldie but goodie

[EDDIE51]

A lady golfer was on the course when she was stung by a bee.
She went back to the club house for first aid but the only person there was the club professional.
''Where were you stung?'' asked the pro
'' Between the first and second hole'' was the reply
'' Oh '' said the pro '' then your stance is too wide''

[ChillDoubt]

This is one of my favourites:

Brandon and Wesley are playing golf at their favorite course, but on every hole they are being held up by a twosome of women who are always half a hole ahead.

The women are great golfers, but they are playing terribly slow. Finally, after watching the women in the distance as they stood over their putts for what seemed like an eternity, Wesley decided to do something.

"I'll walk ahead and ask them if we can play through," Wesley said. He set off down the fairway, walking towards the women. But when he got halfway, he stopped, turned around and headed back to where Brandon waited.

"Can't do it," Wesley said, sounding mighty embarrassed. "One of them is my wife and the other's my mistress!"

"OK," Brandon said with understanding. "Then I'll go ask them."

Brandon started up the fairway, only to stop halfway and turn back.

"What's wrong?" Wesley asked when Brandon got back.

To which Brandon could only reply: "Small world, isn't it?"