Weak Eyed Golfer
Bob wearily trudged into his house and laid down his bag of golf clubs. "How was your game, darling?" asked his wife, Jane. "I was hitting the ball ok, but my eyesight's gotten so damn bad I couldn't see where the ball went." shrugged Bob.
"Well, you're 75 years old," said Jane. "You can't expect everything [...]


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was i supposed to laugh?
i heard this b-4. anyway lol (in 1/8 small letters)