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Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by SoDFW Jason, Jul 18, 2003.

  1. SoDFW Jason

    SoDFW Jason Slow Hillbilly

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    One fine day, Jim and Bob are out golfing. Jim slices his ball deep

    into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the

    embankment into the ravine in search of his ball.


    The brush is quite thick, but Jim searches diligently and suddenly he

    spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny

    object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an

    old golf ball.


    Jim excitedly calls out to his golfing partner: "Hey Bob, come here,

    I got trouble down here."


    Bob comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out:

    "What's the matter Jim?"


    Jim shouts back in a nervous voice:"Throw me my 7-iron! You can't get

    out of here with an 8-iron."