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Reasons Why Sex Is Better Than Golf
A Woman Golfer
The Reverend Plays Golf

REASONS WHY SEX IS BETTER THAN GOLF

No greens fees

You only need two balls

You have as many mulligans as you need

It takes less than four hours

You don't need bug spray

Spikes are optional

You have fewer people waiting behind you

You only need one club

It doesn't matter if it rains

It's OK to be in the rough

Screaming is encouraged

You control the tee time

There are no handicaps

You won't have to tip a caddie

Ball cleaning is not a chore

You look foreward to water traps

The more strokes, the better

Just swinging is alot more fun

Less profanity

Positioning of left arm is less awkward

You can play the masters and the johnson

You cant go wrong if you use your wood

No one is wearing golf shirts

A WOMAN GOLFER

A woman has just started to play golf when she gets stung on the arm by a bee.

She rushes back to the clubhouse, hoping to find a doctor. She asks, "Is anyone here a doctor?."

One guy, who was pretty drunk, stands up and says, "I'm a doctor, what can I help you with?"

"I've been stung by a bee."

"Oh really, where?"

"Between the first and second hole"

"Well, first of all, your stance is too wide..."

THE REVEREND PLAYS GOLF

The Reverend Francis Norton woke up Sunday morning and, realizing it was an exceptionally beautiful and sunny early spring day, decided he just had to play golf. So he told the Associate Pastor that he was feeling sick and convinced him to say Mass for him that day.

As soon as the Associate Pastor left the room, Father Norton headed out of town to a golf course about forty miles away. This way he knew he wouldn't accidentally meet anyone he knew from his parish. Setting up on the first tee, he was alone. After all, it was Sunday morning and everyone else was in church!

At about this time, Saint Peter leaned over to the Lord while looking down from the heavens and exclaimed, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?" The Lord sighed, and said, "No, I guess not."

Just then Father Norton hit the ball and it shot straight towards the pin, dropping just short of it, rolled up and fell into the hole. It WAS A 420 YARD HOLE IN ONE! St. Peter was astonished. He looked at the Lord and asked, "Why did you let him do that?" The Lord smiled and replied, "Who's he going to tell?"