A father, son and grandson go out to the country
club for their weekly round of golf. Just as they reach the first tee, a beautiful young blonde
woman carrying her bag of clubs approaches them.
She explains that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency which called him away and asks the trio whether she can join them. Naturally, the guys all agree.

Smiling, the blonde thanks them and says, "Look,
fellows, I work in a bar as an exotic dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore.
If any of you wants to smoke, have a beer, bet, take a leak, swear or tell off-color stories or do
anything that you normally do when playing a round
together, go ahead.
But I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty
good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots." With that the guys agree to relax and invite her to drive first.

All eyes are fastened on her shapely behind as she
bends to place her ball on the tee. She then takes her driver and hits the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green. The father's mouth is agape. "Wow, that was beautiful." The blonde puts her driver away and says, I really didn't get into it and I should have faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots (she was closest to the pin) the blonde takes out a nine iron and lofts the ball within five feet
of the hole. The son says, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly." The blonde frowns and says, "it was a little weak. I've left a tricky little putt."

After the son buries a long putt for a par, dad two putts for a bogey and granddad overruns the green with his pitching wedge, chips back and
putts for a double bogey, the blonde taps in the
five-footer for a birdie.

The guys all congratulate her on her fine game. She puts her putter back in the bag and says, "Thanks, but I really haven't played much lately, and I'm a little rusty. Maybe I'll really get into the next drive." Having the honors she drives first on the second hole and knocks the hell out of the ball, and it lands nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.

For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde
continues to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.

When the get to the 18th green, the blonde is three under par, but has a nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par.
She turns to the guys and says, "I really want to thank you 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 25-year old single malt in him, fix him a
dinner and then have sex with him the rest of the night."

The yuppie son jumps at the thought. He strolls across the green, carefully eyes the line of the putt and finally says, "Honey, aim for about 3
inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over the little
hump and break right into the cup."

The father kneels down and sights 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 run it left down that little
hogback, so it falls into the cup."

The old gray-haired grandfather walks over to the
blonde's ball on the green, picks it up and hands it to her. "That's a
gimme, sweetheart.
Your car or mine?"