HUSTLER JOKE
Franky was paired with another fellow for a round of golf. As it happened, they were both eighteen handicaps, so they decided to make the round a little more interesting and play for some money.

On the eighth hole, Franky began to suspect something was rotten on the course. Either his opponent was having the round of his life, or he was Joe Sandbag and Franky was being hustled.

The thought did not sit well with Franky, but he decided not to say anything, just in case the guy really was just having a lucky day. He kept the thought until the sixteenth hole.

The sixteenth was a long par five dogleg left, with trees on wither side.

They teed off, and both their tee shots failed to clear the dogleg.

When they arrived at their balls, this guy pulled out a one iron (that was the other clue that something was amiss) and proceeded to blast a low draw around the trees.

The ball rolled onto the green and came to rest six inches from the hole. Franky just stood there and stared daggers at the guy.

The guy looked back at Franky and laughed nervously. "Gee," he said, "someone up there must like me."

"Yeah," said Franky, heading towards him, "and you're just about on the way to meet Him!"