LadyFish
Admiral
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2003
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Billy stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole<br />for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.<br /><br />Finally his exasperated partner asked, "What is taking solong?"<br /><br />"My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony," Billy explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."<br /><br />"Good lord," his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here!"