In the depths of Winter, my friends and I meet to talk about the upcoming golf season, and how well we will do this year. We also start to plan our yearly tour, and sometimes tell inappropriate jokes, here is one of those jokes. Enjoy
Towards the end of a round of golf, Joe hit his ball into the woods and found it in a patch of pretty, yellow buttercups. Trying to get his ball back in play, he ended up thrashing just about every buttercup in the patch.
All of a sudden, POOF! In a flash and puff of smoke, a little old woman appeared.
She yelled, “I’m Mother Nature! Do you know how long it took me to make those buttercups?
Just for doing what you have done, you won’t have any butter for your popcorn for the rest of your life.
Better still, you won’t have any butter for your toast for the rest of your life.
As a matter of fact, you’ll never have any butter for anything for the rest of your life!!!”
Then POOF! she was gone!
After Joe recovered from the shock, he hollered for his friend, “Bill, where are you?”
Bill yells back, “I’m over here in the pussywillows.”
Joe shouts back, ‘DON’T SWING, BILL. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T SWING !’
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