A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity; looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. He was driving his partner nuts.
Finally his exasperated partner says, “What`s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!”
The guy answers, “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.”
“Forget it, man. I know your uphill shots. You don`t stand a snowball`s chance in hell of hitting her from here!”
Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis