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crusty golfer Sun Feb 21, 2010 9:34 pm
Bruce
Silver member
A crusty old golfer comes in from a round of golf at a new course and
heads into the grill room. As he passes through the swinging doors he sees a sign
hanging over the bar :
COLD BEER: $2.00
HAMBURGER: $2.25
CHEESEBURGER: $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the old
golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive
female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled golfers. She
glides down behind the bar to the old golfer. "Yes?" she inquires with a wide,
knowing smile, "May I help you?"
The old golfer leans over the bar, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers, "Are
you the one who gives the hand-jobs? "
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs: "Yes Sir , I sure am."
The old golfer leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your
hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger."
heads into the grill room. As he passes through the swinging doors he sees a sign
hanging over the bar :
COLD BEER: $2.00
HAMBURGER: $2.25
CHEESEBURGER: $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the old
golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive
female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled golfers. She
glides down behind the bar to the old golfer. "Yes?" she inquires with a wide,
knowing smile, "May I help you?"
The old golfer leans over the bar, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers, "Are
you the one who gives the hand-jobs? "
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs: "Yes Sir , I sure am."
The old golfer leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your
hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger."
