A father, son and grandfather went to the country club for their weekly round of golf. As they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman approached them. She explained the member who brought her to the club had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio whether she could join them. Naturally, they all agreed.

Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer. Nothing shocks me anymore. If you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything you normally do when playing together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, and consider myself pretty good, so don't try to coach me on how to play." With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to hit first.

All eyes were focused on her shapely behind as she bent over to place her ball on the tee. She took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green. The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said. The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I faded it a little." After the 3 guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the pin.

The son said, "Wow, lady, you played that perfectly." The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even a soft seven would have been too much club. I left a tricky little putt." She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.

Having honors, she hit first on the second hole, knocked the ball nearly 300 yards smack in the middle of the fairway. For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting par or less on every hole.

When they got to the 18th green, the blonde was 3 under, with a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for par. She turned to the 3 and said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play shots. I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course.

If any one of you tell me how to make this putt, I'll take you back to my house, pour some 35-year-old Scotch, fix a steak dinner, then show you a very good time the rest of the night.."

The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole. Hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup."

The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb, "Don't listen to the kid, darlin', hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup."

The gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up, handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart." The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"

OLD AGE AND WISDOM OVERCOME SKILL EVERY TIME!!!