A foursome was on the last hole and when the last golfer drove off the
tee he hooked into a cow pasture. He advised his friends to play through
and he would meet them at the clubhouse. They followed the plan and
waited for their friend.
After a considerable time he appeared disheveled, bloody, and badly beaten
up. They all wanted to know what had happened.
He explained he went over to the cow pasture but could not find his
ball. He noticed a cow wringing her tail in obvious pain. He went over
and lifted her tail and saw a golf ball solidly embedded. It was a yellow
Titelist so he knew it was not his. A woman comes out of the bushes
apparently searching for her lost golf ball.
The helpful male golfer lifted the cow's tail and asked, "Does this look
like yours?" and that was the last thing he could remember.
Coffee is your friend. Everyone else is an acquaintance.