milagros317
Wielder of 500 Feathers
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- Jan 12, 2002
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One Sunday, Harry came home from playing golf five hours later than usual, looking quite exhausted.
"What happened?" asked his wife.
"Oh, it was terrible, the worst round of golf I've ever played. My golf buddy, Joey, dropped dead of a heart attack on the green of the seventh hole."
"Oh my God," said his wife, "that's dreadful. You've been playing golf with Joey for 20 years. What a tragedy."
"Yes," said Harry, "from then on it was shoot the ball and drag Joey, shoot the ball and drag Joey."
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"What happened?" asked his wife.
"Oh, it was terrible, the worst round of golf I've ever played. My golf buddy, Joey, dropped dead of a heart attack on the green of the seventh hole."
"Oh my God," said his wife, "that's dreadful. You've been playing golf with Joey for 20 years. What a tragedy."
"Yes," said Harry, "from then on it was shoot the ball and drag Joey, shoot the ball and drag Joey."
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