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golfer stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity to his partner. He
looks up, looks down, measures the distance and figures the wind direction and
speed. The longer he takes, the more his partner fidgets. Finally his exasperated
partner says, "What's taking so long? Hit the blasted ball."
The
guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want
to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget
it, man," the partner says. "You'll never hit her from here."
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