From: garpal@shaw.ca   
      
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   Seeing as how all we have to offer is birthday greetings, and I am tired of   
   hearing about my own, I would like to propose a comedy challenge. A joke   
   contest....   
      
      
      
   Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement 25   
   years   
   ago.   
      
   One day he arrives home looking downcast.   
      
   "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten   
   so   
   bad that once I'd hit the ball I couldn't see where it went."   
      
   His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says,   
   "Why   
   don't you take my brother with you and give it one more try."   
      
   "That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother's a hundred and three. He   
   can't   
   help."   
      
   "He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is   
   perfect."   
      
   So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.   
   He   
   tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway.   
      
   He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"   
      
   "Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."   
      
   "Where did it go?" says Arthur.   
      
   "I don't remember.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Seeing as how all we have   
   to offer is birthday greetings, and I am tired of hearing about my own, I   
   would like to propose a comedy challenge. A joke contest....
   
   <snip>
   
   
   
    
   
   Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement 25   
   years 
   
   ago.
   
    
   
   One day he arrives home looking downcast.
   
    
   
   "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My   
   eyesight has gotten so 
   
   bad that once I'd hit the ball I couldn't see where it went."
   
    
   
   His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says,   
   "Why 
   
   don't you take my brother with you and give it one more try."
   
    
   
   "That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother's a hundred and   
   three. He can't 
   
   help."
   
    
   
   "He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his   
   eyesight is perfect."
   
    
   
   So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.   
   He 
   
   tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway.
   
    
   
   He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"
   
    
   
   "Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect   
   eyesight."
   
    
   
   "Where did it go?" says Arthur.
   
    
   
   "I don't remember.   
      
      
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)