Etikettarkiv: Golf

Golfing accident

Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. ‘Please allow me to help. I’m a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me, she told him.

‘Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,’ the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin. At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help.

She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, ‘How does that feel’?

Feels great, he replied; but I still think my thumb’s broken!

A contribution from Hans the footdoc

Death of the Parrot

At dawn the telephone rings,


“Hello, Señor Roy? 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 Roy, 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 Roy.”

“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 Roy.”

“My prize thoroughbred is dead?”

“Yes, Señor Roy, 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 Roy.”

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

“For the funeral, Señor Roy.”

“WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!”

“Your wife’s, Señor Roy. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Ping G20  204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft.”

SILENCE………..

LONG SILENCE………

VERY LONG SILENCE…………

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

A contribution from the golfer Paul i Provence