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The Golf Shot
Sam stood over his tee shot on the 350 yard 18th hole for what seemed an
eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing. Finally his exasperated partner asked, "What in the world is taking so long?" "My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony," Sam explained. "I want to make a perfect shot." His companion exclaimed. "You don't have a chance in hell of hitting her from here." |
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