GEORGE, THE GOLFER

The was a man named George who got a new job.  His fellow employees always met for a round of golf every Saturday.  They invited George to join the group and meet them at 10:00 Saturday morning.  George replied that he would love to join them, but he might be ten minutes late.

On Saturday morning George was there at exactly 10:00.  He golfed right-handed and won the round.

Next Saturday rolls around, and George says that he will be there, but he may be ten minutes late again.  He shows up right on time, golfs left-handed, and wins the round.  This continues for the next few weeks, with George always saying that he may be ten minutes late, and then always winning the round golfing, either left- or right-handed.

The other employees are getting tired of this, and decided to ask him what the deal was.  They said, ''George, every Saturday you say you may be ten minutes late.  You never are.  Then you show up and golf either right-handed or left-handed, and you always win.  What is up with that?''

George replies, ''Well, I am a very superstitious kind of guy.  Every Saturday when I wake up, I look over at my wife.  If she is sleeping on her left side, I golf left-handed.  If she is sleeping on her right side, I golf right-handed.''

''Well,'' one of the employees questioned, ''What happens if she is lying on her back?''

George replies, ''Then I am ten minutes late.''


Cheers,

Paul (A.)

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GOLF MATCH

A guy was getting ready to tee off on the first hole when a second golfer approached and asked if he could join him. The first said that he usually played alone, but agreed to the twosome.

They were even after the first few holes. The second guy said, "We're about evenly matched; how about playing for five bucks a hole?" The first guy said that he wasn't much for betting, but agreed to the terms.

The second guy won the remaining sixteen holes with ease.

As they were walking off number eighteen, the second guy was busy counting his $80.00. He confessed that he was the pro at a neighboring course and liked to pick on suckers. The first fellow revealed that he was the parish Monsignor.

The pro was flustered and apologetic, offering to return the money. The Priest said, "No, you won fair and square, and I was foolish to bet with you. You keep your winnings."

The embarrassed pro said, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The Priest said, "Well, you could come to Mass on Sunday and make a donation. And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I'll marry them."


Cheers,

Paul (A.)

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