Four golfers were approaching the clubhouse green when they saw two ladies approaching.
One golfer commented to another, "Here comes my wife with some old hag she's picked up somewhere."
"And here comes mine with another," retorted the other, icily.
Four priests in New York went golfing wearing typical "golfer" outfits. After a while, their caddy asked, "You guys wouldn't be priests by any chance?"
"Actually, yes, we are," one cleric replied. "How did you know?"
Easy," said the caddy, "I've never seen such bad golf and such clean language."
Morris had been playing golf for years, and he had the finest equipment, but his technique never improved a bit.
As his friend watched, he teed up at the first hole and promptly drove a brand-new ball into the woods. On the second hole, he drove another new ball into a lake. On the third, he lost a new ball in another part of the woods.
"Why don't you use an old ball?" his friend Sam asked.
"I've never had an old ball," Morris said.