A business tycoon takes to the golf course
first thing in the morning.
His foursome is made up of a bunch of yes
men, and caddies.
Everyone in the foursome makes sure he's always
under par, going even so far to compliment
every stroke.
As the game progresses, storm clouds start to
gather, and the game goes on. Lightning and
thunder start to roll in and everyone wants to go,
but the looks from the boss says, everyone stays.
Just as the boss is ready to putt, a lightning bolt
comes down and strikes the guy square on the head.
Down he goes, flatter than a blue shell clam. .
The guy is dead and looks like toast.
He appears before Saint Peter and the judgment
post.
Saint Pete looks at the man, looks at the page of his
life and asks, "Why do you think you belong up here?"
The guy ponders, then looks Saint right in the eye
and says...
"HEY, I'M LYING TWO HERE, AREN'T i !"
first thing in the morning.
His foursome is made up of a bunch of yes
men, and caddies.
Everyone in the foursome makes sure he's always
under par, going even so far to compliment
every stroke.
As the game progresses, storm clouds start to
gather, and the game goes on. Lightning and
thunder start to roll in and everyone wants to go,
but the looks from the boss says, everyone stays.
Just as the boss is ready to putt, a lightning bolt
comes down and strikes the guy square on the head.
Down he goes, flatter than a blue shell clam. .
The guy is dead and looks like toast.
He appears before Saint Peter and the judgment
post.
Saint Pete looks at the man, looks at the page of his
life and asks, "Why do you think you belong up here?"
The guy ponders, then looks Saint right in the eye
and says...
"HEY, I'M LYING TWO HERE, AREN'T i !"
