The Country Club

I have this neighbor named Babette, and she loves to yank Yuppies' chains as much as I do. Her organization was having a big event at the Turf Valley County Club where she, as usual, was holding forth with her off-color stories, sprinkled with more than a few four-letter words. The Yuppettes were offended so, while Babette was out on the practice tee, they all agreed to walk out if she started in on just one more racy story.

After a few swings, Babette returned to the dining room and said, "Hey, girls -- did ya hear? They're rounding up all the hookers at the mall today at five o'clock."

At this, the Yuppettes present started to make a fast exit. Babette said, "What's your hurry, girls? It's only 11:30."