Standing on the tee of a relatively long par three, a confident golfer said to his caddy, "Looks like a four-wood and a putt to me."
The caddy argued with him a bit and suggested that he instead play it safe and hit a 4-iron then a wedge. The golfer was insulted and proceeded to berate the caddy on the tee telling him that he was a better golfer than that and how dare he under estimate his game.
Giving in, the caddy handed the gentleman the four-wood he had asked for.
He proceeded to top the ball and watched as it folled about fifteen yards off the front of the tee.
Immediately the caddy handed him his putter and said, "And now for one heck of a putt..."
A commercial boasted that its product could help people live pain-free in their golden years.
“Am I in my golden years?” my wife asked.
“Not at all,” I assured her. “But you are yellowing fast.”
Up in Maine a motorist came across a lonely hut and interviewed the proprietor with a view to writing up the locality.
"Whose house is this?" he asked.
"Moggs."
"What in the world is it built of?"
"Logs."
"Any animals natural to the locality?"
"Frogs."
"What sort of soil have you?"
"Bogs."
"How about the climate?"
"Fogs."
"What do you live on chiefly?"
"Hogs."
"Have you any friends?"
"Dogs."
What do you call an apology written in dots and dashes?
Re-Morse code.