The Doctor is a Bit Worried.

During my physical examination, my doctor asked me about my physical activity level.
I described a typical day, “Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I fell twice and got some scrapes. I avoided stepping on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees.. The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers.”



Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoors man!”






















“No,” I replied, I’m just a shite golfer.”