A man will spend 20 minutes looking for a golf ball.
You can drive a golf ball 200 yards.
When it's been sliced.
Co-worker: *Gives 20 minute dissertation on their gastro infection*
Me: I followed the directions. 20 minutes a pound at 325 degrees. I weigh 175 pounds!
Hey.. you're looking fly
Because he was looking for Pooh!
They never want to log off.
Because they spend too much time with the x-position
To golf the golf ball size hail and catch the baseball size hail
Taiga Wood
Just receding.
He's trying to watch his sodium intake.
Because all the other fore letter words were taken (Thanks to... this now makes sense...)
In case he got a hole-in-one!
Namaste.
He was always spiking the ball.
With ConCurrency, of course.
Popcorn, of course!
