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. <br /> <br />Finally his exasperated partner asked, "what the hеll is taking so long?" <br /> <br />"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse," Bob explained. "I want to make a perfect shot." <br /> <br />"Good lord!" his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hеll of hitting her from here."
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 hеll 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 hеll of hitting her from here."