A couple met at Hilton Head and fell in love. They were discussing how
they would continue the relationship after their vacations were over.
“It’s only fair to warn you, Jody,” Bill said, “I’m a golf nut. I live,
eat, sleep and breathe golf.” “Well, since you’re being honest, so will
I.” Jody said. “I’m a hooker.” “I see.” he said. Then, brightening, he
smiled. “It’s probably because you’re not keeping your wrists straight
when you hit the ball.”

A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The
first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed
directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.

Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his
hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll
around in evident agony.

The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize.
She said, “Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I
know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow.”

“Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I’ll be all right…I’ll be fine in a few
minutes,” he replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal
position still clasping his hands together at his crotch. But she
persisted, and he finally allowed her to help him. She gently took
his hands away and laid them to the side, she loosened his pants, and
she put her hands inside. She began to massage him.

She then asked him, “How does that feel?”

To which he replied, “It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like
hell.”

A man, while playing on the front nine of a complicated golf course,
became confused as to where he was on the course. Looking around,
he saw a lady playing ahead of him. He walked up to her, explained
his confusion and asked her if she knew what hole he was playing.

She replied, “I’m on the 7th hole, and you are a hole behind me,
so you must be on the 6th hole.” He thanked her and went back to
his golf.

On the back nine the same thing happened; and he approached her
again with the same request.

She said, “I’m on the 14th hole, you are a hole behind me, so you
must be on the 13th hole.”

Once again he thanked her and returned to his play.

He finished his round and went to the clubhouse where he saw the
same lady sitting at the end of the bar. He asked the bartender
if he knew the lady. The bartender said that she was a sales lady
and played the course often. He approached her and said, “Let me
buy you a drink in appreciation for your help. I understand that
you are in the sales profession. I’m in sales also. What do you sell?”

She replied, “If I tell you, you’ll laugh.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Well, if you must know,” she answered, “I work for Tampax.” With
that, he laughed so hard he almost lost his breath.

She said, “See I knew you would laugh.”

“That’s not what I’m laughing at,” he replied. “I’m a toilet paper
salesman, so I’m still a hole behind you.”