LowComDom Performances Presents
Gold is a Four-Letter Word!
Friend of mine named hates to lose at golf. He was in a foursome when his ball landed in a sand trap. Hidden from view, the rest of us could hear him as he hacked away at the ball. When he finally drove it out, and rejoined us, I asked him how many strokes that was.
"Three." he replied.
"Oh come on!" said another member of the group. "I heard six."
"Three..." replied Dan "were echoes."