Buttercups & Golf Balls

Towards the end of the golf course, Dave hit his ball into the woods and found it in a patch of pretty yellow buttercups. Trying to get his ball back in play, he ended up thrashing just about every buttercup in the patch. All of a sudden, POOF! 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 doing what you have done, you won’t have any butter for your popcorn for 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’ll never have any butter for anything the rest of your life!’

Then POOF! She was gone! After Dave recovered from the shock, he hollered for his friend, ‘Fred, where are you?’ Fred yells back ‘I’m over here in the pussy willows.’ Dave shouts back, ‘DON’T SWING, Fred FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T SWING!’

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5 Responses to Buttercups & Golf Balls

  1. Sue says:

    Typical of what a guy would worry about!

  2. nikki says:

    LOL…oh goodness….this really made me laugh!

  3. Gary says:

    I hope to god Fred didn’t swing!

  4. javajunkee says:

    Roflmao! That was good!

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