Joke for you....

Golfer to caddie....Well, its a Par four with a long, undulating fairway and a wicked dogleg to the right, quiet a number of bunkers and a fair amount of rough in front of the trees, there's also a strong breeze blowing from left to right, therefore, not much room for error, MMM what do you think?........

Caddie's reply....F***ing welly it !!!!!      

Why is he so mad ?

His wife was a new and nervous player but Jim persuaded her to play against a new customer of his and his wife. "After all," he explained, "it will be a two-ball foursome. I'll drive off and by the time you have to hit the ball the client and his spouse will be elsewhere on the fairway and not watching you."

It was agreed and the game started as Jim had said it would. He hit off with a fine drive, right down the fairway about 320 metres leaving about four metres to the green. He handed his wife an iron and told her to aim for the green. She sliced it with vigour into the deep rough at the side of the fairway. Two!

His shot from the rough was magnificent and landed the ball back on the fairway - this time about half a metre from the green. Three!

She whacked it right over the green and into the sandtrap on the other side. Four!

He was in brilliant form and he clipped it neatly from the sand onto the green about a metre from the hole.Five!

Her putt rolled off the green and into another sandtrap. Six!

His recovery landed three centimetres from the hole. Seven!

Her putt stopped at the green's edge. Eight!

His putt of thirteen metres went in. Nine!

The customer and his wife holed out with four. Jim's reaction was nothing too dramatic. He merely tore up his score card and ate it, broke three clubs and bent the remainder, jumped up and down on his golfcart and finally, shaking his fist at his wife, he strode off to the clubhouse.

His wife emerged from the sandtrap whence she had watched the performance. "I don't know what he's so mad about," she said. "After all, he had five; I only had four!"