Hookers Do Play Golf

 My Golfing Life As A Hooker!

Here is a warning to all wannabe golfer’s, if you start in this sad way, and do nothing to stop, then a life of pain and anguish awaits you.

All my life as a golfer I was a hooker.

How it happened i do not know.

I never wanted to be one it just happened. 

Hooking when It started, was not every shot. It’s just sort of creeps up on you, gradually over days, weeks or even months and progressively worsens, until almost every shot is calling a TAXI left. And I do not mean just a little to the left i mean boomerang benders.

It got so bad I spent more time in the trees, searching for lost balls that my friends thought I was gardening.

Then came the dreaded day. I remember it so clearly that it was almost as if it happened yesterday. I ran out of golf balls during a round. Was soooo embarrassing.

I needed professional help.

After walking off in the afternoon, I went straight to the clubhouse and talked about the pros. When talking to the Pros, they admitted that they had heard of my problem. It seems that some of my so-called friends had talked to them, to find out if it is contagious.