RE: joke time
December 25, 2017 at 9:02 pm
(This post was last modified: December 25, 2017 at 10:16 pm by vulcanlogician.)
So there was this guy who went golfing every single Sunday, rain or shine, for the past twenty years.
He had developed a reputation in the town for never missing a Sunday of golf, and he was quite proud of it. It was almost like a badge of honor to him, but he also kept the tradition because he enjoyed the game immensely.
One Sunday morning, he rose from bed and looked out the window. It looked mighty cold out there. But he didn't get his reputation around town by being afraid of a blustery day.
"I'll have to dress in layers," he said to himself.
So he got dressed, grabbed his clubs and walked out the front door. As soon as he left his house an utterly bitter blast of cold air swept against him. He didn't realize it was quite so cold out. The air was freezing.
"Ooooooh," he shivered, "this is going to be a tough one."
So, he loaded up his clubs and drove to the golf course. Nobody, not even any staff, was at the course. With the weather being how it was, there was no need to open the place. But the caddies had left a golf cart out for him in the usual spot, knowing that he would show up to golf. He drove his cart to the first hole, stepped out of his cart, and grabbed his clubs.
As he was about to tee off, another bitterly cold gust of wind hit him. It was so utterly frigid, it chilled him to his very bones.
"You know what?" the man said aloud, "Fuck it! Reputation or no, it's just too damn cold to go golfing today."
So he got back into his car, drove home, walked into his living room and plunked his golf clubs onto the floor. He walked upstairs into his bedroom. His wife was still asleep in bed, comfortable in the warm and cozy house. Peeling his clothes off, he got under the covers with her and snuggled up against her ass.
"Pretty cold out there," he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah, " she said, "and can you believe that dumbass went golfing?"
He had developed a reputation in the town for never missing a Sunday of golf, and he was quite proud of it. It was almost like a badge of honor to him, but he also kept the tradition because he enjoyed the game immensely.
One Sunday morning, he rose from bed and looked out the window. It looked mighty cold out there. But he didn't get his reputation around town by being afraid of a blustery day.
"I'll have to dress in layers," he said to himself.
So he got dressed, grabbed his clubs and walked out the front door. As soon as he left his house an utterly bitter blast of cold air swept against him. He didn't realize it was quite so cold out. The air was freezing.
"Ooooooh," he shivered, "this is going to be a tough one."
So, he loaded up his clubs and drove to the golf course. Nobody, not even any staff, was at the course. With the weather being how it was, there was no need to open the place. But the caddies had left a golf cart out for him in the usual spot, knowing that he would show up to golf. He drove his cart to the first hole, stepped out of his cart, and grabbed his clubs.
As he was about to tee off, another bitterly cold gust of wind hit him. It was so utterly frigid, it chilled him to his very bones.
"You know what?" the man said aloud, "Fuck it! Reputation or no, it's just too damn cold to go golfing today."
So he got back into his car, drove home, walked into his living room and plunked his golf clubs onto the floor. He walked upstairs into his bedroom. His wife was still asleep in bed, comfortable in the warm and cozy house. Peeling his clothes off, he got under the covers with her and snuggled up against her ass.
"Pretty cold out there," he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah, " she said, "and can you believe that dumbass went golfing?"