One lovely morning, Ben and Thomas were out golfing. Ben sliced his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabbed his 8-iron and proceeded down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball.
Ben searched diligently through the thick underbrush and suddenly he spotted something shiny. As he got closer, he realized that the shiny object was in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Ben screamed out to his golfing partner: "Hey Thomas, come here, I've got big trouble down here."
Thomas came running over to the edge of the ravine and called out: "What's the matter Ben?"
Ben shouted back in a nervous voice: "Throw me my 7-iron! Looks like you can't get out of here with an 8-iron."
(from my blog archives)
