Now be nice, I didn't write these
or do I discriminate here. These are some of the golf jokes I've found
around the web...............be what they may, they're golf jokes.
The guy said, "no, I think I'll just take my chances with chipping out to the fairway and trying to get it close on the next shot so I can save my par." His wife however, persisted that he try the shot so he did.
He hit it almost perfect, but just an inch too high. The ball caromed off the steel door frame, ricocheted back and hit his wife in the temple, killing her on the spot. Can you believe that?
(Now pause and wait for a reply. Then tell "the rest of the story")
A few years later, this same guy was playing the same course and
got into the same spot. He was all set to chip out into the fairway when
his playing partner suggested the same shot his wife has suggested a few
years back. The guy said "no way, the last time I tried that shot I took
a double bogey!"
I knew four guys in my old neighborhood who used to play EVERY Saturday no matter what. The course they played stayed open all year round even when there was snow on the ground. I asked him whether he used an orange ball when he played in the snow, and he told me that when the snow was deep enough, it didn't matter. He said an orange ball doesn't help much which it goes 6 inches deep into the snow. They would just look for the little hole where the ball went in and then dig around until they found it. Since not many other people were crazy enough to play under these conditions there weren't too many footprints in the snow, so they almost always found their balls.
Anyway, these guys went out one Saturday in the rain and were playing their normal round with some pretty heavy wagering, I might add. But on the third tee, the wet driver slipped in my friend Harry's hand and he hit a shot off the toe of the driver and it hit my other neighbor George in the head, killing him on the spot. I was over at Harry's house borrowing a post-hole digger from his wife when he came home. I can still here him tell about what happened as if it were yesterday.
His wife asked him how the day went and he said: " It was terrible, all day long it was, hit the ball, drag George, hit the ball, drag George."
I was playing this hole one time with a senior citizen and just as he was about ready to hit his tee shot he noticed a funeral procession approaching. He took off his hat, put it over his heart, and stood silently and watched the procession go by until it disappeared.
I said, "That's really nice of you. Do you always do that when a funeral goes by?
He said "No, not usually, but I it's the least I could do in this case. I was married to the woman for 40 years!"
Well, the first hole was a straightaway par 4 of 450 yards. The guy hits a beautiful tee shot, 275 yards down the middle, leaving himself a 6 iron to the green. The gorilla takes a few powerful practice swings and then laces the ball 450 yards, right at the pin, stopping about 6 inches away from the hole. The guy turns to his friend and says "that's incredible, I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. But you know what, I've seen enough. I've got no interest in being totally humiliated by this gorilla golfing machine. You send this f***ing gorilla back to where he comes from--I need a drink, better make it a double, and I'll write you a check." After handing over the check, and well into his second double the guy asks, "By the way, how's that gorilla's putting?" The other guy replies "same as his driving" "That good, huh?" " No, I mean, he hits putts the same way--450 yards, right down the middle!"
The American said, "You take this stick and hit the balls so that they roll into the hole". The American putted away and sank the ball from 20 feet in a single stroke.
The Italian replied, "In America, you leave your sticka outta and a putta your balls in da hole, but in Italia, we put our sticka inna da hole and leave our balls out"!
Another answered, "I don't think so, I think it was just the reflection."
One of his golfing buddies says to him, "What'd you do, get some new golf balls?"
"Would you believe that this is the greatest golf ball ever made? You can't lose it. You hit it into therough and it whistles. You hit it into the woods and a bell inside goes off. If you drive it into a lake,a big burst of steam shoots up six feet in the air for two minutes."
"That's great. Where did you get it?" "I found it."
"Sounds good, Jeff."
And they were off. They matched scores for the first eight holes, and things were looking good when they teed off on the ninth. After their first drives, they trooped off for the next stroke. Problem was, Jeff could not find his golf ball. He looked all over, but to no avail. "Ian, help me look for the ball!"
"I'll look around from here, Jeff, but don't forget--a lost ball counts as four strokes!"
Jeff looked around some more, but couldn't find the ball. Finally, out of desperation, he snuck a new ball out of his pocket, and dropped it on the ground when Ian was not looking. "Ian, I've found it!" he then yelled.
Ian exploded: "You cheater! How dare you! I never thought that any man I played a friendly round with would stoop to cheating for a mere dollar!" Jeff replied, "What do you mean 'cheater'? I found that ball, I'll play it where it lies!" Ian said,
"That's not your golf ball! I've been standing on your ball for five minutes!"
A bad golfer goes, WHACK! "Damn." A bad skydiver goes, "Damn." WHACK!
The Pro say well I know what your problem is "your stance is to wide."
So Jesus went and asked god if he could play a game of golf. "Well, I suppose", says God "but Moses has to go with you to be your caddy. Jesus and Moses agree, and soon find themselves at pebble beach, with golf shoes, and a bag of clubs and one ball.
Jesus had been playing a good game, when he came to the 9th hole, and saw a plaque. It said, "The only person to ever score a hole in one on this hole was Arnold Palmer."
"Well", says Jesus, "If Palmer could do it, why can't I? I'm Jesus Christ" Moses gives him his ball and tee, and stands back to watch. Jesus adjusts his robe and halo, fixes his stance and exhales deeply. He shouts "Fore!" ad whacks the ball. It sails into the air, hooks a little to the left, and splashes nicely into the water trap.
"Oh, no!", says Jesus. "That was my only ball! Hey Moses, could you go and get it for me?"
Moses goes down to the water trap, parts the water, and walks in and gets the ball back. Jesus tees off "Fore!" and it sails down into the water trap. "Hey moses..." but Moses was already on his way to get the ball Moses came back, but before he gave back the ball, he said, "I'm tired of getting your ball. If you hit it in the water again, you can go get it."
Jesus takes the ball, and sure enough, he hits it straight into the water. Then he goes down to the water, and starts to look for the ball, walking on top of the water.
Some other golfers start to play through, and they notice some guy walking around on the water, so one guy says to Moses, "Who's that guy think he is.......Jesus Christ or something?"
"No", replies Moses, "Arnold Palmer."
"Enough!" says Mother Nature your punishment for ruining these buttercups is that you have to go without butter for a whole year!!! And the man replied started bitching and cussing. Mother Nature replied why, you can't go without butter for a year?
He replied No it's not that. It's just that my friend hit his ball into the pussywillows to the right.
"P-u-t-t is correct," he replied. "'Put' means to place a thing where you want it. 'Putt' means merely a vain attempt to do the same thing."
"I would!"
"And would you let her come into my house?"
"I would!"
"Would she be working in my kitchen?"
"She would!"
"Would she sleep in my bed?"
"She would!"
"Would she put her clothes in my press?"
"She would!"
"Would she have my Renault 4?"
"She would!"
"Would she use my golf clubs?"
"DEFINITELY NOT!"
"Why?"
"She's left-handed!"
The German says I have 4 kids, one more and they'll make a basketball team.
The Englishman says huh! Thats nothing I have 10 boys, one more and I'll be the world-champion soccer-team's coach.
The American starts laughing. He says I've had 17 wives and no kids!! But one more wife and I'll open a golf course!
The Scot hoarsely croaks, "Och, lassie, I havna' ittin a bite in a week noo, and I am verra hungry!"
She disappears into the woods and quickly comes back with a heaping helping of haggis. (A Scottish delicacy about which the less said, the better.) When he has choked it down, she asks, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Och, aye! That haggis has made me verra hungry and I wad verra much like a drink!"
She goes off into the woods again and returns with a bottle of 75 year old single-malt Scotch whiskey! The Scotsman is beginning to think that he's in heaven when the unclad nymphet leans closer and says, "Would you like to play around?"
"Och, lassie, don't tell me ye've got a golf course here too!"
She: "Would you like a cigarette?"
He: "Sure." (He takes one from the wet-suit, light it, and smokes it.)
She: "Would you like a martini?"
He: "Sure." (He gets the very special 007 shaken, not stirred, martini from her wet suit.)
Then she says, with a gleam in her eye: "Would you like to play around?"
He: "I don't believe that you've got a set of golf clubs in there!"
Just as the ball comes to a stop, a gopher pops out of its hole, grabs the ball in its mouth and starts to run up the fairway. Before it can even get ten feet, an eagle swoops down out of the heavens and grabs the gopher in its mouth and flies off towards the green. Just as the trio gets above the hole, a lightning bolt strikes out of a cloudless sky and vaporizes both the eagle and the gopher. The ball drops straight down into the hole for a hole in one.
Arnold Palmer turns to Jesus and says, "Are you going to play golf or are you going to fool around?"
Well, this man had only one true vice while he was alive. It seems he had an uncontrollable desire to play golf at any opportunity. He had traveled the world playing all the famous golf courses.
When the man arrived in Hell, Satan welcomed him, but he too was surprised at the man's situation. He had assumed that since the question about the man's ultimate destination wasn't clear, the man would go to Heaven. The man could just see behind Satan a Most Beautiful Golf Course. It had beautiful trees, blue ponds, water separating the fairways, everything. The man fell in love with at at first site, and he couldn't control himself. He just had to play a round. The devil showed him a wonderful electric golf cart, a perfect leather bag, a matched set of clubs. Satan reached into his pocket and presented the man with a Golden Tee. The devil then said that only members could play. The man couldn't control himself. He just had to play there.
He goes back up to Heaven and tells St. Peter that he has decided to stay in Hell so he could play on the Beautiful Golf Course there.
When the man returns to Hell, he approaches Satan and asks for a tee time. The devil says that anytime at all, the man could play. No one else uses the course. Chuckling with glee, the man approaches the first tee. He gets out of his beautiful golf cart, reaches for his perfectly matched clubs and selects his driver, reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his Golden Tee, then frantically searches everywhere for a ball. Satan comes up and the man asks him for a ball.
"That's the Hell of it," says Satan.
He called up the Bishop and claimed he had a really bad case of laryngitis and couldn't preach, so the Bishop told him to rest for several days. He then got out his clubs and headed off for the golf course.
He set up at the first hole, making sure no one was there to see him playing hookey, and blasted the ball with his wood. It was a beautiful shot! It went straight and true. It bounced, and bounced (right up onto the green) and rolled its way closer... and closer... a hole-in-one!! The priest jumped up and down in his excitement, praising the Lord and shouting hallelujahs!
He struts off to the green, collects his ball, and tees off at the second hole, repeating his performance on the first hole, much to his astounded delight.
All this time St. Peter and God have been watching him from the gates of heaven. St. Peter has finally seen enough to pique his curiousity. "Lord," he says, "this priest seems to be a real trouble maker. He ignored his congregation and even LIED to go golfing. And now you reward him with a hole-in-one! Why?"
God smiles and looks over at St. Peter and says, "I'm punishing him." St. Peter looks very confused and asks God for an explanation. God replies, "Well, after he finishes his game by himself, who can he tell his story to?"
"Ah, my son. Tell me the circumstances which caused you to use the F-word. After all, I can understand a person being provoke into using it."
"Well, I was golfing and I had just hit a beautiful tee-shot that sailed straight as an arrow for 280 yards, but then suddenly sliced into the woods."
"That is when you used the F-word. I can appreciate your frustration, my son, as I am a golfer myself."
"No, I stayed cool at that point, Father. I then hit a perfect shot out of the woods, but suddenly it landed in the sand trap."
"Now, I can understand you saying the F-word at that point."
"No, Father, I was calm even then. I got out my sand wedge and hit a perfect shot out of the trap right at the pin, but suddenly the ball stopped an inch from the cup."
"Ah, that is when you used the F-word. How frustrating."
"No, Father, I was still cool."
"YOU MEAN YOU MISSED THE FUCKING PUTT?!?!??!"
The Man is quite amazed at this clever trick of the dog's and says, "That dog is really talented! What does it do if you miss a putt?"
"Somersaults."
"Somersaults!!!! How many of them does it do??"
"Mmm, depends on how hard I kick him in the ass!"
Well Jeb made arrangements to bring Wilbur golfing. On the first tee, Jeb drove his ball about 200 yards, but of course, he couldn't see where it went. He asks Wilbur, "Did you see my shot?" To which Wilbur replied, "Sure did."
Jeb asked, "Where did it go?" Wilbur replied, "I forget!"
"Because this is such an expensive, exclusive golf course," the genie intoned, "the eighth hole has been equipped with a genie (me) who will grant players who hit a hole-in-one one wish."
The guy thought a few minutes, and said, "I wish my dick would grow longer."
"Done!" said the genie, and sank back into the hole.
The guy continued his game, but was distressed to find that his dick was growing but not stopping. By the tenth hole it had reached his knees, by the twelfth, his feet. Finally, he returned to the clubhouse and bought a bucket of golf balls, returned to the eighth hole, and started hitting balls from the green. Eventually, he hit another hole-in-one. He walked to the green, holding his penis (which was now so long it otherwise would have dragged on the ground), and retrieved his ball. The genie appeared as before.
"Because this is such an expensive, exclusive golf course," the genie intoned, "the eighth hole has been equipped with a genie (me) who will grant players who hit a hole-in-one one wish."
The guy immediately responded, "I wish my legs were a little longer."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Re: The admission of women to the club.
Since the admission of women to the club, members are asked to obey the following rules.
1. Ladies are prohibited from touching the gentlemen's balls either with hands or club.
2. Players are requested to remain silent during the short strokes.
3. All players with partners are requested to come together. When the lady partner comes first, the gentleman must not delay his strokes but continue playing.
4. In cases where a long position is impossible, the players may so choose a new position.
5. Players deciding on a new lay must start at least a club's length from the hole.
6. Members are requested to stay out of any hole, showing signs of recent repair or undergoing monthly overhaul until the red flag has been lifted.
7. All holes must be kept clean at all times.
8. Members are also urged to use reasonable precautions at all times as the Management cannot be held responsible for balls lost in the bushes around the holes.
"GOD-DAMN IT!! #$*^&%$#%^@$# %#&^%&!$, I MISSED!" he cries.
"Father!" says the Nun, "You should watch your language. The Lord will not like it."
The second hole comes up. The father tees off, and the ball once again goes sailing into the woods.
"GOD-DAMN IT!! #$*^&^%$#%^@$# %#&^%&!$, I MISSED!" he cries.
"Father!" says the Nun, "Watch what you say! It is Blasphemy!"
Third hole. Once more the father tees up. Once more the ball sails wide, this time landing in the water trap.
"GOD-DAMN IT!! #$*^&^%$#%^@$# %#&^%&!$, I MISSED!" he cries.
As the Nun starts to speak, a great bolt of lightning sails down from the sky and strikes the Nun, reducing her to ash.
From the sky comes a booming voice:
"GOD-DAMN IT!! #$*^&^%$#%^@$# %#&^%&!$, I MISSED!"
On the first morning he's quite nervous but he tees up the ball on the first tee and gives it a smack. The ball slices viciously and flies over the golf club fence. The golfer hears one bounce and nothing. He's so depressed he packs his stuff up and goes home.
The next day he decides to persevere and tee's up early again. Again he slices the ball over the fence but this time the ball narrowly misses a man walking his dog. The golfer rushes over to the man apologizing as he goes.
"You were here and did the same thing yesterday weren't you?" the man asks the golfer.
"Yeah, I seem to have a problem with golf right now." the golfer answers.
"Did you see where yesterdays ball ended up?" the dog owner asks.
"No," says the golfer.
"Oh it bounced off a lamp-post onto the main road. It caused a car to skid into a mother pushing a pram. Both the mother and baby were killed instantly."
"Thats terrible," exclaims the golfer, "What do you think I should do?"
"You want to drop your left shoulder."
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