A father, son and grandfather went to the country club for their weekly
round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde
woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them.
She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of
golf had an emergency that called him away, and asked the trio whether she
could join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, " Look, fellows, I work in a
bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke
cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that
you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy
playing golf, and consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me
on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to hit first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent over to place
her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards
down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and
I faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their
second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within
five feet of the pin.
The son said, "Lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even a soft seven
would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt."
She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she hit first on the second hole, knocked the hell out
of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away, smack in the middle of
the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the
guys, quietly and methodically shooting par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under, and had
a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to
the three guys and said,
"I reall y want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists
and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this
putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course......... If any
one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to
my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him,
fix him a steak dinner, and then show him a very good time for the rest of
the night."
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green,
carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6
inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little
hump and break right into the cup."
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb,
"Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to
the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the
cup."
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked
it up, handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde
woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them.
She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of
golf had an emergency that called him away, and asked the trio whether she
could join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, " Look, fellows, I work in a
bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke
cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that
you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy
playing golf, and consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me
on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to hit first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent over to place
her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards
down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and
I faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their
second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within
five feet of the pin.
The son said, "Lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even a soft seven
would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt."
She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she hit first on the second hole, knocked the hell out
of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away, smack in the middle of
the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the
guys, quietly and methodically shooting par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under, and had
a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to
the three guys and said,
"I reall y want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists
and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this
putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course......... If any
one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to
my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him,
fix him a steak dinner, and then show him a very good time for the rest of
the night."
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green,
carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6
inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little
hump and break right into the cup."
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb,
"Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to
the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the
cup."
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked
it up, handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
