He asked for a putter, then drove three hundred yards onto the green. Then he asked for a driver and drove the ball to within two feet of the cup. Then he asked for a niblick and got the ball into the cup. “Now I’m in trouble,” he told the caddie.
“Why?”
“I don’t know what club to use to get it out.”
Everybody should pay their taxes with a smile, said Bob. “I tried it but they wanted cash.”
“If you got guts.” Sell your car and become a pedestrian.
The hottest cars travel faster than sound. You’ll be in the hospital before you even start the motor.