| Vic stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn’t start his back swing.. Finally his exasperated partner asked, ‘What the heck is taking so long?’ ‘My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,’ Vic explained. ‘I want to make a perfect shot.’ His companion said, ‘You don’t have a chance in hell of hitting her from here.’ |
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