Two friends, Fred and Harry were
golfing one fine day.
Toward the end of the golf course,
Fred hit his ball into the woods.
Harry, laughed and poked fun, but
then somehow managed to hit his
ball into the woods, just a few yards
beyond where Fred hit his.
Fred looked for a long time, getting
angrier every minute. Finally, in a
patch of pretty yellow buttercups,
he found his ball.
Instead of just continuing the game,
he took his club and thrashed every
single buttercup in that patch smashing
the weeds to pieces.
All of a sudden, in a flash and puff
of smoke, a little old woman appeared.
She said, "I'm Mother Nature!
Do you know how long it took me to
make those buttercups?!
Just for that, you won't have any
butter for your popcorn the rest of
your life... better still; you won't
have any butter for your toast for the
rest of your life..... as a matter
of fact, you won't have any butter for
anything the rest of your life!"
Then POOF!...she was gone.
After Fred got a hold of himself,
he hollered for his friend,
"Harry!....Harry!...where are you?"
Harry yells, "I hit my ball in
these damn pussywillows!"
Fred screams back.....
"DON'T SWING! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T SWING!
:)
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