During my regular
physical examination, my doctor asked me about my level of physical
activity.
I described a typical day, "Well,
yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty
rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through
brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake. I
climbed several rocky hills. I took a few 'leaks' behind some big trees. The
mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight
beers."
Inspired by the story, the doctor said,
"You must be one hell of an outdoors man!
"No," I replied, "I'm just a shit golfer."
"No," I replied, "I'm just a shit golfer."
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