Fellas, don't blame me for this one. I saw it in a newspaper . . .
Two buddies are playing golf. One hits his ball into the rough. His ball lands in a field of buttercups. When swinging to get the ball out of the rough, he demolishes the buttercups.
Suddenly, poof! A woman dressed in Victorian clothing and a veiled hat appears. She says, "I'm Mother Nature, and do you realize how long it took me to make these buttercups?" He stares, dumbfounded. She continues, "Just for all that damage, I'll make sure you never have any butter for your bread for the rest of your life!" He continues to stare. She responds, "No, I take that back. You'll never have any butter for anything for the rest of your life!" Then poof! She disappears in a puff of smoke.
The golfer snaps to attention and starts calling his buddy. "Fred? Fred, where are you?"
Fred says, "I'm over here in the rough. I hit it into a bunch of pu$$ywillows!"
The golfer panics. "Don't swing, Fred! For God's sake, DON'T SWING!"
Two buddies are playing golf. One hits his ball into the rough. His ball lands in a field of buttercups. When swinging to get the ball out of the rough, he demolishes the buttercups.
Suddenly, poof! A woman dressed in Victorian clothing and a veiled hat appears. She says, "I'm Mother Nature, and do you realize how long it took me to make these buttercups?" He stares, dumbfounded. She continues, "Just for all that damage, I'll make sure you never have any butter for your bread for the rest of your life!" He continues to stare. She responds, "No, I take that back. You'll never have any butter for anything for the rest of your life!" Then poof! She disappears in a puff of smoke.
The golfer snaps to attention and starts calling his buddy. "Fred? Fred, where are you?"
Fred says, "I'm over here in the rough. I hit it into a bunch of pu$$ywillows!"
The golfer panics. "Don't swing, Fred! For God's sake, DON'T SWING!"
