Rustyoznail
Aussie smartarse
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“How was your golf game, dear?” asks Jacko’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, Jacko, why don’t you take my brother Scott along?” suggests his wife.
“But he’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf any more,” protests Jack.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” his wife points out.
The next day Jack tees off with Scott looking on.
Jack swings, and the ball disappears into the rough of the fairway.
“Do you see it?” asks Jack.
“Yup,” Scott answers.
“Well, where is it?” yells Jack, peering off into the distance.
“I forget.”
“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, Jacko, why don’t you take my brother Scott along?” suggests his wife.
“But he’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf any more,” protests Jack.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” his wife points out.
The next day Jack tees off with Scott looking on.
Jack swings, and the ball disappears into the rough of the fairway.
“Do you see it?” asks Jack.
“Yup,” Scott answers.
“Well, where is it?” yells Jack, peering off into the distance.
“I forget.”
