I hope there's plenty of birdies around, but I'm afraid that there will be a few bougie men to avoid as well. Regardless, it's par for the course at a cemetery.

Did some one say stroke?

jdmac: Did some one say stroke?

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Came for a joke related to that.

/then came again
//come again?

I'm a member of "After a Stroke" so I'm getting a kick...

/fap

This my friends, is another example of De-evolution. Today we are burying people at sporting events, give it some time and we will be back to killing people at them too.

/its late

So do your relations get a big club and see if they can put the urn in the hole for par?

/The maintenance staff will have happy to fix that divot your hole in one made.

FREE THE GOPHERS!!!! or kill all the golfers.

Mugato: Golf courses and cemeteries. The two biggest wastes of land in America join forces at last.

Yeah, lets just throw up more factories and tract housing. We don't need any green space.

"The funeral for Mr. Peterson will be by invitation only. There will be a competitive driving match, at the wake - the first five winners will win complimentary tickets, and a lifetime supply of balls "

/'cos it takes balls, to golf ><

FREEZE GOLFER!!!

I'm going to be cremated so there's no need for me to get a hole in one.


/We're all gonna get laid!

joness0154: Mugato: Golf courses and cemeteries. The two biggest wastes of land in America join forces at last.

Yeah, lets just throw up more factories and tract housing. We don't need any green space.

We could use some green spaces which didn't take so much water and other maintenance..

And he said, "Why can't these guys play at night?"

Dead Golfer-

One day, Jim and Bob are out golfing. Jim slices his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball.

The brush is quite thick, but Jim searches diligently and suddenly he spots something shiny.

As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.

Jim calls out to his golfing partner in excitement, "Hey Bob, come here, I got trouble down here."

Bob comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out, "What's the matter Jim?"

"Throw me my 7-iron," Jim shouts back. "I just realized you can't get out of here with an 8-iron!"

Hey golfers! You like to golf? Then shut up and golf, and leave the rest of us out of it. We don't give a shiat about your score, your new driver or that 'dog leg to the left on the 15th' that you're yammering on and on about. Do you hear me? NO ONE ELSE CARES. GOLF IS NOT AS COOL AS YOU PRETEND TO THINK IT IS.