Little Johnny is in his closet when he hears a noise. His mom comes in and starts having s*ex with someone other than his dad. He hears a door slam and his mother say "Oh no, my husband his home! Quick! Hide in the closet."
The man get in the closet and little Johnny says:
"Dark in here isn't it?".
The man is startled but then calms down. "Yes it is."
"Do you want to buy my baseball glove?"
"No."
"I could go to my dad."
"Fine. How much?"
"200$"
"Fine."
This happens again later in the week.
"Dark in here isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Do you want to buy my baseball bat?"
"How much?"
"300$"
A few days later his dad wants to play ball with him and tells him to go get his glove and bat.
"I can't. I sold them to my friends."
"For how much?"
"500$"
"That is way too much. I am taking you to church right now for a confession. They get to the church and little Johnny gets in the booth.
"Dark in here, isn't it?"
The reverend says:
"Don't start that shiт again. Your in MY closet now."
A multimillionaire bachelor goes to his club to play golf with two friends. Not knowing who would be joining them, they walk to the first tee.

As they finish teeing off, a tall, beautiful, raven-haired woman asks if she can join them. Although the bachelor thinks this is going to slow down their play, he agrees. The woman tees up a ball and, without a practice swing, smacks it straight down the middle.

This goes on all day and she finishes even par for the round, beating all the men.

They invite her back the next week. They have a great time, and she shoots the same score. The bachelor thinks to himself, "This is the girl of my dreams!" So he asks her out on a date. They go out, find they have much in common and have a great evening.

They make another golf date, during which she shoots two-under and gives a clinic in shotmaking.

The millionaire is now convinced that they are meant to be together. He invites her back to his apartment, where they talk for hours. Everything is progressing smoothly, so he invites her to his bedroom. Their passions run riot, but she doesn't let things go too far and he drives her home.

This pattern continues for a month: Great golf, great dates, but nights of abbreviated passion. The bachelor can't take it anymore.

"I know the time we spent on the golf course and in my apartment is wonderful. And even though we haven't been fully intimate, I know that I love you, you love me, and that you are the girl I want to marry!"

"Darling," she says, "I have something to tell you. I can not hide it anymore. I am a man!"

His mouth drops open, his face turns red, he begins to shake. She's convinced he's going to have a heart attack, or worse, when finally, in a blind rage, he shouts, "And all, this time, you've been playing from the red tees?"