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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from way out west,
sent this one on family golf...

A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round
of golf.

Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying
her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who had
brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him
away and asked the trio whether she could join them.

Naturally, the guys all agreed.

Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless
bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke
cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that you
normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But, I really do enjoy
playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how
to play my shots."

With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.

All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on
the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle,
right in front of the green.

The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.

The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I faded
it a little."

After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out
an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole. (She was closest to
the pin.)

The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."

The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy seven would
have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt." She then tapped in the
five-footer for a birdie.

Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the heck out of
the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.

For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys,
quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.

When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and had
a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par.

She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not
acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to
play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this
course.

If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole I'll take him back
to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Talisker Scotch in him,
fix him a steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of the night."

The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully
eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the
right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right
into the cup."

The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. "Don't
listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it
run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup "

The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up
and handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."

The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"

REMEMBER... OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL OVERCOME YOUTH AND SKILL
EVERY TIME!
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