My Impediment

[ownpool]

As the blonde was standing by the first tee waiting for her
golf lesson from the club's pro, she watched a foursome in
the process of teeing off. The first golfer addressed the
ball and swung, hitting it 230 yards straight down the middle
of the fairway.

"That was a really good shot," said the blonde.

"Not bad considering my impediment," said the golfer.

"What do you mean?

"I have a glass eye," said the golfer.

"I don't believe you!"

So he popped out his eye out and showed her.

The next golfer addressed the ball and swung, hitting it 240
yards straight down the middle of the fairway.

Again, the blonde exclaimed, "That was a really good shot!"

"Not bad considering my impediment," said the golfer.

"What's wrong with you?" said the blonde.

"I have a prosthetic arm," he replied.

"I don't believe you, show me," said the blonde.

So he screwed his arm off and showed it to her.

The next golfer addressed the ball and swung, hitting it 250
yards straight down the middle of the fairway.

"That was a really good shot," said the blonde.

"Not bad considering my impediment," said the golfer.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I have a prosthetic leg."

"I don't believe you!"

So that golfer screwed his leg off and showed it to her.

The fourth golfer then addressed his ball, swung, and blasted
it 280 yards straight down the middle of the fairway.

"That was a wonderful shot," said the blonde.

"Not bad considering my impediment," said the golfer.

"Now what's wrong with you?" she asked.

"I have an artificial heart," said the golfer.

"I don't believe you, show me."

"Well, I can't show you out here," the golfer said.
"Come around behind the Pro-Shop."

Neither he nor the blonde had returned after a few minutes,
so his golf buddies decided to go see what was holding things
up. As they turned the corner and went behind the Pro-Shop,
sure enough, there was their pal - screwing his heart out.

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