NATAL NOMADS Golf Club Monthly issue Volume 2, Issue 1 | Page 15

Page 4 15 The last laugh An argumentative drunk had been looking for a fight all afternoon in the club bar after losing his match, finally aiming a punch at the man next to him. The man ducked and the drunk, losing balance, fell off his stool on to the floor. By the time he’d dusted himself down and picked himself up, his opponent had departed. “Not much of a fighter was he?” he complained to the barman. “Not much of a driver either, sir,” said the barman, gazing out of the window. “He’s just driven over your clubs.” Company Name Street Address City, ST your ZIP Code Drowning sorrows After a particularly poor round, a golfer spotted a lake as he walked despondently up the 18th. He looked at his caddie and said, “I’ve played so badly all day, I think I’m going to drown myself in that lake.” Customer Name The caddie, quick as a flash, replied, “I’m not sure you could keep your head down that long.” Street Address City, ST ZIP Code