‘How was he killed?’ asked one detective.

‘With a golf gun,’ the other detective replied.

‘A golf gun! What is a golf gun?’ ‘I don’t know. But it sure made a hole in Juan.’

One day he arrives home looking downcast. “That’s it,” he tells his wife.

I’m giving up golf.. My eyesight has gotten so bad…once I’ve hit the ball, I can’t see where it went.”

His wife sympathizes, and as they sit down, she says, “Why don’t you take my brother with you, and give it one more try.”

“That’s no good,” sighs Arthur. “Your brother is a hundred and three. He can’t help.”

“He may be a hundred and three”, says the wife, “but his eyesight is perfect.”

So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing, and squints down the airway. He turns to the brother-in-law. “Did you see the ball?”

“Of course I did!” says the brother-in-law. “I have perfect eyesight.”

“Where did it go?” asks Arthur.

“I can’t remember!”

“Good God, woman! Why aren’t you wearing any skivvies?”, Ole demanded.

“Well, you don’t give me enough housekeeping money to afford any,” she replied.

The Swede immediately reached into his pocket and said, “For the sake of decency, here’s a $50. Go and buy yourself some underwear.”

Next, the Irishman’s wife bent over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt also blew up to show that she, too, is wearing no undies. “Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You’ve no knickers. Why not?”

She replied, “I can’t afford any on the little money you give me.”

Patrick reached into his pocket and said, “For the sake of decency, here’s a $20. Go out and buy yourself some underwear!”

Lastly, the Scotsman’s wife bent over. The wind also took her skirt over her head to reveal that she, too, is naked.

“Sweet mudder of Jaysus, Aggie! Where the friggin hell are yer drawers?”

She too explained, ‘You dinna give me enough money to be able at affarrd any.”

The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and said, “Well, fer the love ‘o decency, here’s a comb. Tidy yerself up a bit..”

9. Hold up. I’ve got to wash my balls.

8. Just turn your back and drop it.

7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.

6. Lift your head and spread your legs.

5. My hands are so sweaty I can’t get a good grip.

4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.

3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.

2. Oh, dang, my shaft’s all bent.

and the numbe r 1 think in Golf that sounds dirty

1. Look at the size of his putter.

Golfer: “I’d move heaven and earth to break 100 on this course.”
Caddy: “Try heaven, you’ve already moved most of the earth.”

Golfer: “Do you think my game is improving?”
Caddy: “Yes sir, you miss the ball much closer now.”

Golfer: “Do you think I can get there with a 5 iron?”
Caddy: “Eventually.”

Golfer: “You’ve got to be the worst caddy in the world.”
Caddy: “I don’t think so sir. That would be too much of a
coincidence.”

Golfer: “Please stop checking your watch all the time. It’s too
much of a distraction.”
Caddy: “It’s not a watch— it’s a compass.”

Golfer: “How do you like my game?”
Caddy: “Very good, sir, but personally, I prefer golf.”

Golfer: “Do you think it’s a sin to play on Sunday?”
Caddy: “The way you play, sir.”

Golfer: “This is the worst course I’ve ever played on.”
Caddy: “This isn’t the golf course. We left that an hour ago.”

Golfer: “That can’t be my ball, it’s too old.”
Caddy: “It’s been a long time since we teed off, sir.”

“Help me dear,” she groans to her husband.

The husband calls 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes,
picks up his putter and lines up his putt.

His wife raises her head off the green and stares at him.  “I’m dying
here and you’re putting?”

“Don’t worry dear,” says the husband calmly, “they found a doctor on
the second hole and he’s coming to help you.”

“Well, how long will it take for him to get here?” she asks feebly.

“No time at all,” says her husband.  “Everybody’s already agreed to let
him play through.”

When they discovered  they lived in the same city only a few miles apart Ed was ecstatic. He  immediately started asking her out when they got  home.

Within a couple of  weeks, Ed had taken Dorothy to dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, movies,  and museums.  Ed became convinced that Dorothy was indeed his soul mate and true love.  Every date seemed better than the last.

On the one-month anniversary of  their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed took Dorothy to a fine  restaurant. While having cocktails and waiting for their salad, Ed said, “I guess you can  tell I’m very much in love with you. I’d like a little serious talk before our relationship  continues to the next stage. So, before I get a box out of my jacket and ask you a life  changing question, it’s only fair to warn you, I’m a total golf nut. I play golf, I read  about golf, I watch golf on TV. In short, I eat, sleep, and breathe golf.

If that’s going to  be a problem, for us, you’d better say so now!”

Dorothy took a deep breath and responded, “Ed, that certainly won’t  be a problem. I love you as you  are and I love golf too; but, since we’re being totally honest with each other, you need to  know that about the last five years I’ve been a hooker.”

“Oh wow!   I see,” Ed replied. He looked down at the table, and was quiet for a moment, deep in  thought then he added, “You  know, it’s probably just because you’re not keeping your wrists straight  when you tee off.”

The ladies are taking their time. When the final lady is ready to hit her ball, she hacks it 10 feet.   Then she goes over and whiffs it completely. Then she hacks it another ten feet, and finally hacks it another five feet.

She looks up at the patiently waiting men and says apologetically, “I guess all those f–king lessons I took over the winter didn’t help.”

One of the men immediately responds, “Well, there you have it, you should have taken golf lessons instead!”

He never even had a chance to duck

“Hello, Señor Rod? This  is Ernesto, the caretaker  at your country house.”

“Ah  yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”

“Um, I  am just calling to advise you, Señor Rod, that your parrot, he is dead”

“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?”

“Si, Señor, that’s the one.”

“Damn!

That’s a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he  die from?”

“From eating the rotten meat, Señor Rod.”

“Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?”

“Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.”

“Dead horse? What dead horse?”

“The thoroughbred, Señor Rod.”

“My prize thoroughbred is dead?”

“Yes Señor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the  water cart.”

“Are you insane?? What water cart?”

“The one we used to put out the fire, Señor.”

“Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man??”

“The one at your house, Señor! A candle  fell and the curtains caught on fire.”

“What the hell?? Are you  saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?? !!”

“Yes, Señor Rod..”

“But there’s electricity at the house!!  What was the candle for?”

“For the funeral, Señor Rod.”

“WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!”

“Your wife’s, Señor Rod”, she  showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit  her with your new tailor made Super Quad 460 golf club.”

SILENCE . . . . . . .. . .LONG SILENCE . . . . . ..

“Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you’re in deep shit!”