A man is out golfing. He makes a terrible slice and his ball lands right in the middle of a patch of buttercups. The man decides the the little patch of flowers is too beautiful to damage, so he takes his penalty shot and walks away.
Just then, a fairy appears and says, ‘That flower patch is my home. Because your were kind enough not to destroy my buttercups, I shall reward you with a lifetime supply of butter.’
The man answers, ‘Well, that’s nice, I suppose, but where the hell were you when I hit my ball into those pussywillows?’
Boru
Just then, a fairy appears and says, ‘That flower patch is my home. Because your were kind enough not to destroy my buttercups, I shall reward you with a lifetime supply of butter.’
The man answers, ‘Well, that’s nice, I suppose, but where the hell were you when I hit my ball into those pussywillows?’
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson