Two women were playing golf. Unbeknownst to her friend, one was a provider. The other teed off and watched In horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.

The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

The beautiful provider rushed to the man, and immediately sprang into action. 'Please allow me to help. I'm a, er, Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me,' she told him.

'Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes,' the man replied.  But he was still in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position,  clasping his hands there at his groin between his obviously clenching legs.

At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to his sides, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments. Feeling his expected reactiion, she asked, 'How does that feel. Any better?'

'It feels wonderful,' he replied, looking lustfully at the provider. 'But I think my thumb is still broken!'

I admit it, didn't get it immediately at the "punch" line but only a few seconds passed and the big head kicked in. Anyone else out there willing to admit they had to think for a second on this one?