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  Msg#: 241                                          Date: 04-03-94  01:00
  From: Allen Bargen                                 Read: Yes    Replied: No 
    To: All                                          Mark:                     
  Subj: A Golf story
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        It's spring, and therefore the Golf season. Here's one to suit 
the season...

        Bart and Andrew were playing Golf, and, teeing off. Bart 
sliced his ball into the rough. Going after it, he found the ball 
nestled in a filed of buttercups. Taking out his nine-iron, Bart 
started trashing away at the buttercups, looking for his ball.

        Suddenly Bart heard a woman's voice behind him. 

                "What are you doing?"

        Turning he saw a lovely young woman dressed in a flowing 
white gown and a wreath of red roses around her head.

        Bart said "What's it any of your business?"

        The woman replied, "I'm Mother Nature, and henceforth, for 
what you've done to my buttercups, you will become deathly sick for a 
full day whenever you eat butter."

        With that the woman faded into a sunbeam and vanished. Bart 
stumbled from the rough to find his partner and tell him what had 
happened. Calling for Andrew, he heard his friend reply, "I'm over 
here, looking for my ball."

        "Where? I can't see you"

        "In the pussywillows"

        Bart screamed at the top of his lungs, 

        "For Christsake, whatever you do, don't swing your club!"

Allen...

 * 1st 1.11 #2195 * Artificial Intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
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