Golf

[Bubba]

Stevie Wonder and Tiger Woods are in a bar. Woods turns to Wonder and
says, "How's the singing career going?"

Stevie Wonder replies, "Not too bad. How's the golf?"

Woods replies, "Not too bad, I've had some problems with my swing, but I
think I've got that going right now."

Stevie says, "I always find that when my swing goes wrong, I need to stop
playing for a while and not think about it. Then, the next time I play, it
seems to be all right."

Tiger says, "You play golf?"

Wonder says, "Oh, yes, I've been playing for years."

Woods says, "But you're blind! How can you play golf if you can't see?"

Wonder replies, "I get my caddy to stand in the middle of the fairway
and call to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball
toward  him. Then, when I get to where the ball lands, the caddy moves to
the
green or farther down the fairway and again I play the ball toward his
voice."

"But how do you putt?" asks Woods.

"Well," says Stevie, "I get my caddy to lean down in front of the hole and
call to me with his head on the ground, and I just play the ball toward his
voice."

Woods asks, "What's your handicap?"

Stevie says, "Well, I'm a scratch golfer."

Woods, incredulous, says to Stevie, "We've got to play a round sometime."

Wonder replies, "Well, people don't take me seriously, so I only play for
money, and never play for less than $10,000 a hole."

Woods thinks about it and says, "OK, I'm game for that, when would you like
to play?"

Stevie says, "Pick a night."

[Ace]

Sorry, Bub.  No one had responded to that pretty darn good joke; and it was one of the few I hadn't responded to/ended/killed off.  So, just did.

Ace; I am become death, the shatterer of Poasts.  As the Indians (not Indianans) say.

[Joanie]

I agree with Ace,  that is a very good story Bubba.

Joanie

[Ace]

Ok, look.  Let's show some restraint.

Let's have a little discipline around here.

I had killed off Bubba's exceptional golf joke story, only to have it reviewed and brought back to life.

Let's get a clean slate in here.  Poast gets old, or just served its time, Jester kills it.   Look for the "Ace"s down the side; a mark of a clean, dead, poast office.  Somebody else appears; well, you know what I have to do.

Ok then.  Thank you for your cooperation.  This one is, again, dead.

Thank you.  Thank you very much.

Ok; back to what you were doing.  Go on.. Nothing to see here.  

Ace; how idiotic.