A father, son and grandfather went to the country club for their weekly round of golf.
Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them.

She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away, and asked the trio whether she could join  them. Naturally, the guys all  agreed.

Smiling, the blonde thanked  them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in  a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear,  tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a  round together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, and consider myself  pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my  shots."

With that the guys agreed to  relax and invited her to hit  first. All eyes were fastened on  her shapely behind as she bent over to place  her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and  hit the ball 270 yards  down the middle, right in front of the  green. The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he  said.

The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their  second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and  lofted the ball within five feet of the pin. The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that  perfectly."

The blonde frowned and said,  "It was a little weak, but even a soft  seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt."
She then tapped in the  five-footer for a  birdie.

Having the honors, she hit  first on the second hole, knocked the hell  out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards  away, smack in the middle of the  fairway. For the rest of the round  the statuesque blonde continued to amaze  the guys, quietly and methodically shooting par or less on every  hole.

When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to the three guys and  said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of  chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I  need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course.

If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some  35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him, fix him a  steak dinner, and then show him a very good time for the rest of the  night."

The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the  green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and  finally said, "Honey, aim  about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it  firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup."

The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a  plumb, "Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that  little hogback, so it falls  into the  cup."

The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up, handed it to her and said, "That's a  gimme, sweetheart."

The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?

OLD AGE AND WISDOM WILL OVERCOME SKILL EVERY  TIME!!!