"How was your golf game, dear?" asked Jack's wife.
"Well I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight's gotten so bad I couldn't see where the ball went."
"Well you're 75 years old now, Jack, why don't you take my brother Scott along?" suggested his wife.
"But he's 85 and doesn't even play golf anymore," protested Jack.
"But he's got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball." his wife pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
"Do you see it?" asked Jack.
"Yup," Scott answered.
"Well, where is it?" yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.
I recently found a round, black piece of plastic, with a hole in the middle and grooves on both sides. I picked it up and threw it. It flew for more than 300 yards I'm sure that must have been a record.
A dog and his bone was on the roam, Where can I find this bone a home? Will I bury it next to the tree? No, too easy for others to see.
What about next to the garden shed? Maybe in the middle of the garden bed, Behind the sty where the pigs all are, What about somewhere right away far.
I think I know what I will do, I'll just sit down and have a chew, Tomorrow will be another new day, I'll find a spot then for the bone to stay.
The theoretic turtle started out to see the toad; He came to a stop at a liberty-pole in the middle of the road. “Now how, in the name of the spouting whale,” the indignant turtle cried, “Can I climb this perpendicular cliff, and get on the other side? If I only could make a big balloon, I’d lightly over it fly; Or a very long ladder might reach the top, though it does look fearfully high. If a beaver were in my place, he’d gnaw a passage through with his teeth; I can’t do that, but I can dig a tunnel and pass beneath.” He was digging his tunnel, with might and main, when a dog looked down at the hole. “The easiest way, my friend,” said he, “is to walk around the pole.”
A deaf mute steps up to tee off on the first hole of a golf course, when a large burly guy yells "Hey You!, Nobody tees off ahead of Big Ralph".
Being deaf the poor guy continues to prepare for his shot, so Ralph runs up thinking the deaf mute is being obstinate, and knocks the poor guy to the ground, kicks his ball away, and prepares for his own shot.
After Ralph has hit the ball and proceeded down the fairway after it, the mute gets up brushes himself off, waits a moment, and again prepares his shot. He hits a beautiful shot straight up the middle of the fairway. It also goes straight at big Ralph, hitting him in the back of the head and knocking him down.
The mute then walks down the fairway, rolls the stunned man around, and holds up four fingers to Ralph's face.