Rick Skinner & Bob Bender went golfing together recently.
Everything went fine until the 18th tee.
Bennie stood over his tee shot on the 350 yard hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, took a couple practice strokes, looked again, waggled some more, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally exasperated, Rick asked, 'What in the world is taking you so long?'
'MaryAnn is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,' Bennie explained. 'I want to make a perfect shot.'
Rick snorted. 'Give it up! You don't stand a chance of hitting her from here!'
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