A Little Sunday Humour


A group of men live and die for their Saturday morning golf
game. One transfers
to another city and they’re lost without him.

A new woman joins their Club. When she hears the guys talking
about their golf round, she says, “I played on my college golf team. I
was pretty good
Mind if I join you next week?”

No  one wants to say ‘yes’, but they’re on the
spot. Finally, one man says.”Okay,
but we start at 6:30 a.m.” He figures the early
tee-time will discourage her.

The woman says this may be a problem, and asks if she can be up to 15
minutes late. They roll their eyes, but say, “Okay”.
She’s there at 6:30 am sharp, and beats all of them with an eye-opening 2-under
par round.

She’sfun and pleasant, and the guys are impressed. They
congratulate her and
invite her back the next week. She smiles, and says,
“I’ll be there at 6:30 or 6:45.”am

The next week she again shows up at 6:30 sharp. Only this time,
she plays left-handed.
The three guys are incredulous as she still beats them with
an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand. They’re
totally amazed.
They can’t figure her out. She’s very pleasant and a
gracious winner.
They invite her back again, but each man harbors a burning
desire to beat her.

The third week, she’s 15 minutes late, which irritates the
guys. This week she
plays right-handed, and narrowly beats all three of them.
The men grumble that her late arrival is petty gamesmanship on her part.
However,she’s so charming and complimentary of their strong play, they
can’t hold a grudge.

This woman is a riddle no one can figure out. They have a couple
of beers in the Clubhouse, and finally, one of the men asks her, “How
do you decide if you’re going to golf right-handed or left-handed?”

The lady blushes, and grins. “When my Dad taught me to play golf, I learned I
was ambidextrous,” she replies. “I like to switch back and forth.”

“When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always
sleeps in the nude. From then on, I developed a silly habit. Right before
I leave in the morning for golf practice, I pull the covers off him. If his willie
points to the right, I golf right-handed; if it points to the
left, I golf left-handed.”
The guys think this is hysterical. Astonished at this bizarre
information,one of the guys says, “What if it’s pointing straight
up?”

She-says, “Then, I’m fifteen minutes late.”

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About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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