An Old Husband and Wife Discuss Golf
“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife.
“Well I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.”
“Well you’re 75 years old now, Jack, why don’t you take my brother Scott along?” suggested his wife.
“But he’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf anymore,” protested Jack.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball.” his wife pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
“Do you see it?” asked Jack.
“Yup,” Scott answered. “Well, where is it?” yelled Jack, peering off into the distance. “I forgot.”
A Blonde Interview
A Blonde Interview
A young blonde woman goes to an office for a job interview. The interviewer decides to start with the basics
“So, miss, can you tell us your age, please?” He asks.
The blonde counts carefully on her fingers for about 3 seconds before replying “Ehh… 25!”
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. “And can you tell us your height, please?” The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces, “Five foot three!”
This isn’t looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics.
“And ehh, just to confirm for our records, your name please?” The blonde bobs her head from side to side for about twenty seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying “Stephanie”.
The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks “Just out of curiosity, miss. We can understand your counting on your fingers to work out your age, and the measuring tape for your height is obvious, but what were you doing when we asked you your name?”
“Oh that!” replies the blonde, “That’s just me running through ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”