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Perfect Golf Shot

Bob stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn’t start his back-swing. Finally his exasperated partner asked, “what the hell is taking so long?” “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse,” Bob explained. “I want to make a perfect shot.” “Good lord!” his companion exclaimed. “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of hitting her from here.”