From The Locker Room: Thursday, July 5th

Joke Of The Day 

A woman goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published.

The obit editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word. She pauses, reflects, and then says well, then, let it read “Fred Brown died.”

Amused at the woman’s thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven word minimum for all obituaries.

She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, “In that case, let it read, ‘Fred Brown died. Golf clubs for sale.’”

 

Fourth Of July Hangover Coming At You Like…

 

Swing Thoughts

“Playing golf is just like going to a strip club. You’re all revved up, ready to go, but three hours later, you’re depressed, plastered and most of your balls are missing.” – James Clark

 

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