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You see, he received the following e-mail one day:
"Okay, the journal has been fixed, but it definitely has some questionable content on it. If you’re in touch with the site owner at all can you please ask them to review our Terms of Service so they don’t get their account deleted. Thanks!"
So, I'm here to tell you that this is a site for Humor. Well Duh . . . That's why it is called "Chuckles of Alex's Place". Those of you who recognize this, come on in and enjoy the musings. Feel free to comment. And share some of your own humor.
Those of you who find the content of these pages "questionable", simply leave. You don't have to read them. Nobody is forcing you to come here. There aren't any "pop-ups" appearing on your screen directing you here. There are no other gimmicks to re-direct you here. If you don't like what you see here don't come back!
For those "parents" out there who may not want their children to view these pages, exercise your right . . . no . . . your Duty as a parent to control your children and prevent them from coming here. Do not attempt to control the "site owner". He is not your child. If you cannot exert enough influence over your offspring to guide them to conform to your values, you have our sympathy.
As for Bravenet, delete this account if you must. Then you can count yourself among those religious Zealots who find it necessary to wreak havoc in the world and go on killing and rioting rampages over a comical picture. It will not bother us. We probably spend too much time here anyway.
And finally, to those who feel the need to monitor and control everyone else in the world have a Pizza on us. Just click the Pizza pie to order it.
Turn up your volume and listen for this is where you would have society heading!
Four lawyers in a law firm lived and died for their Saturday morning round of golf. It was their favorite moment of the week. Then one of the lawyers was
transferred to an office in another city. It wasn't quite the same without him.
A new woman lawyer joined their law firm. One day she overheard the remaining three talking about their golf round at the coffee table.
Curious, she spoke up, "You know, I used to play on my golf team in College and I was pretty good. Would you mind if I joined you next week?"
The three lawyers looked at each other. They were hesitant. Not one of them wanted to say 'yes', but she had them on the spot.
Finally one man said it would be okay, but they would be starting pretty early at6:30 am. He figured the early Tee-Time would discourage her immediately.
The woman said this might be a problem and asked if she could possibly be up to 15 minutes late.
They rolled their eyes but said this would be okay.
She smiled and said, "Good, then I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
She showed up right at 6:30and wound up beating all three of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. She was a fun and pleasant person the entire round.
The guys were impressed! Back in the Clubhouse they congratulated her and happily invited her back the next week.
She smiled and said "Sure, I'll be here at6:30 or 6:45."
The next week she again showed up at6:30 Saturday morning. Only this time, she played left-handed.
The three lawyers were incredulous as she still managed to beat them with an even par round despite playing with her off-hand. By now the guys were
totally amazed, but wondered if she was just trying to make them look bad by beating them left-handed.
They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be showing them up, but each man began to harbor a burning desire to beat her!
In the third week they all had their game faces on.
But this week she was 15 minutes late! This had the guys irritable because each was determined to play the best round of golf of his life to beat her.
As they waited for her, they figured her late arrival was some petty gamesmanship on her part.
Finally she showed up.
This week the lady lawyer played right-handed which was a good thing since she narrowly beat all three of them.
However she was so gracious and so complimentary of their strong play, it was hard to keep a grudge against her. This woman was a riddle no one could
figure out!
Back in the clubhouse she had all three guys shaking their heads at her ability. They had a couple beers after their round which helped the conversation loosen
up.
Finally one of the men could contain his curiosity no longer. He asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"
The lady blushed and grinned. She said, "That's easy. When my dad taught me to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous. I have always had fun switching back
and forth.
Then when I met my husband in college and got married, I discovered he always sleeps in the nude. From then on I developed a silly habit. Right before I left in
the morning for golf practice, I would pull the covers off him. If his you-know-what was pointing to the right, I golfed right-handed and if it was pointed to
the left, I golfed left-handed. All the girls on the team thought this was hysterical."
Astonished at this bizarre information, one of the guys shot back, "But what if it's pointed straight up in the air?"
She said, Duh!!!! "Then I'm fifteen minutes late."
I say this goes without saying, I says.