My psychiatrist prescribed a game of golf as an antidote to the feelings of euphoria I experience from time to time.
The only place you're sure to find love is at the end of a letter from your mother.
Someone once told me that there is more to life than golf. I think it was my ex-wife.
Talking to a golf ball won't do you any good, unless you do it while your opponent is teeing off.
What's the point of washing off your ball when teeing off on a water hole?
The only thing in my bag that works is the bug spray.