One day a man was out playing golf, when he sliced
his shot off into a patch of buttercups. Rather
disgusted with himself, he went in search of his
ball. After finding it, he was ready to hit the
ball back on the fairway when he heard a voice say
"please don't hurt my buttercups". Startled, he
looked around to find the source of the voice to
no avail.

Again the man prepared to hit his golf ball and
again he heard the voice say "please don't hurt
my buttercups". This time when the man looked to
find the source of the voice, he saw a small
leprechaun standing by him.

The little man spoke to the man and said, "Please
sir, if you will kindly pick up your ball and
throw it up onto the fairway instead of hitting it
with your club, I will reward you with a year's
supply of butter for free".

The man thought about the offer for a minute then
replied, "That's a fine offer, but I have but
one question for you, where were you last week
when I hit my ball into the pussywillows?"

A young man, who worked at a driving range, picked
up a couple of dozen old balls one day and took
them home with him, stuffing them into his pants
pockets. On the bus on his way home, an elderly
old lady sat down next to him, so he had to
scrunch them up to make room for her.

He noticed after a while the lady was glancing
sideways toward his pockets. A bit embarrassed, he
said to the lady, "It's all right ma'am,
they're just golf balls."

She nodded and smiled sympathetically said, "Tell
me - is that something like tennis elbow?"