I was golfing in the Australian Open for the first time. I noticed all the pros were putting various condiments on their clubs. Salt on a putter, brown sauce on a driver, ketchup on a 9-iron.
I my caddy why they were doing it, and he explained that an Australian thing for good luck.
Now, by that time I had already shot straight into a sand trap so I said to him: "Too bad I didn't know about it. I really could use some of that luck right about now."
He just smiled...
...and gave me a vegemite sand-wedge.
A screwdriver.
Edit: I have tonsillitis and have been living off popsicles with jokes on the sticks.
Bro: A bike's the only thing you can drive without a license.
Dad: That's not true. What about a hard bargain?
But whatever fore?
A little birdie told me golf puns are a great way to make friends, so I thought I might as well join the club. I had to wedge myself into a car to get there, and boy did I realize the irony of doing so when I met the driver! He handed me a bunch of donuts, and I was so happy, there was a hole in one! When I got to the club, the driver kept telling me he had to put the car into par for it to stop moving! So I got of of the car and walked through the door only to realize that my driver had ditched me. Talk about rough right?
Anyway, thats all the golf puns I have for now, say for this last one.
Tee-hee!
They have recovered a set of stolen golf clubs and arrested one man. But they are still looking for the driver.
