At Last...the Green Golf Ball Joke
Jfer
(this is just cut-n-pasted, so apologies for any unevennesses of text)
(And apologies for the joke itself, which I don't think is particularly
funny. I am posting it to end wanton speculation about this amazing golf
ball joke. It's not so amazing...)
There once was a little boy whose mother asked him what he for his
birthday. "Well, Mom What I really want is some little green golfballs."
"Golfballs, what ever do you want with golfballs?"
"Well I can't tell you, Mom, its a secret!"
"Hmmmph! If you can't tell your mother, your mother is not going to get
them for you!"And the little boy walks away dejected.
The little boy grows to teenage:
"Gee, honey, what can I get you for your birthday?" says the girlfriend.
"You know, what I've really wanted since I was a little boy was some
little green golfballs, I'd really like those!" he replys.
"Maybe I'll get them. What do you want them for?"
"Oh I knew you'd ask me that--I cant tell you, its a secret...My mom
asked me that question too..."
"And she wouldn't get them for you? I'm not getting them either, if you
can't tell me, your own girlfriend...!"
The years roll on. The boy's (now a man) is yet there.
"Hey, husband-O mine, what dya want for christmas?"
"Honey, I'd really love some little green golf balls."
"Not again! What do you want them for?!?"
"Oh, honey, you know I can't tell you! Please, just get me some, please?"
"You won't tell me, your wife, so I'm not going to get them for you!!"
Time after time the questions come:What to buy for your birthday?
What to buy for your christmas present?What to buy for father's day?
What would you like for retirement?And the reply is slways the same:
I'd really like some little green golf balls.
And the inevitable answering question:
What in the world (hell, tarnation etc.) do you want with some little
green golfballs?And he always answers:Ohhh, I can't tll you it's a secret...
And everyone refuses to buy him some little green golfballs, because he
won't tell them why he wants them.
Finally, he is on his death bed. The family is surrounding him,
Children, grandchildren, friends, neighbors, everyone is sad,
and then one of the great grandchildren asks:
"Grandpop, please, please tell us why you wanted those little green
golfballs. Please!"He motions every one closer.
They all gather round, very extremely attentive.
"I wanted," he whispers,"I wanted...Agggck..." and he dies.
William Tanksley
>courtesy of DejaNews, from the archives of rec.humor:
>(this is just cut-n-pasted, so apologies for any unevennesses of text)
>(And apologies for the joke itself, which I don't think is particularly
>funny. I am posting it to end wanton speculation about this amazing golf
>ball joke. It's not so amazing...)
>There once was a little boy whose mother asked him what he for his
>birthday. "Well, Mom What I really want is some little green golfballs."
Unfortunately, this isn't the green golf ball joke. It's not even close --
it's something someone made up about the green golf ball joke.
Okay, I feel bad about making at least one person lose sleep.
Spoilers below if you haven't figured out about the joke yet:
(below)
(are you sure you want to be disillusioned?)
(okay, here ya go.)
I admit. The green golf ball joke is what we call a snipe hunt -- there's
no such thing. It's lauded by all internetters in the know with the sole
purpose of pulling newbies' legs. Notice that all my statements about it
are vacuously true (that is, assuming that there is no such joke, of course
I can't remember it).
I imagine that you'll find more on this if you spend a little more time
looking through r.h.f; it's probably in the FAQ.
-Billy
m_...@ibm.net
>"I wanted," he whispers,"I wanted...Agggck..." and he dies.
>
Don't get it
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Paul Goldin
m_...@ibm.net wrote in message <73kk78$q40$1...@news.ibm.net.il>...
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>>"I wanted," he whispers,"I wanted...Agggck..." and he dies.
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>Don't get it
Well you should..It's obvious...."Agggck" is "Kcggga" spelt backwards...
;-)>