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Pastimes : HOT POTATO THREAD -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: KC Jones who wrote (2549)	11/18/1998 7:38:00 AM
From: Valkyrie	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7514

so... one day a man was out playing golf, and he was doing terrible...just like me...anyway, he was enjoying it a bunch, even if he was losing all his money to his friends...as he stood over a particularly long putt, he was thinking to himself, id give anything if i could make this putt so rosario would shut up...next thing he heard a voice saying, "look man, this here's the devil, if i help you make this putt, will you give me one 1/4 of your sex life for as long as you live?" the man thought about it for a second, and said, "sure", and sure enough, he made the putt... next hole, same thing...long putt...."id give anything", etc..."ok, but you gotta give me 1/4 of our sex life", etc..."sure, no problem", was the reply for a second time, and the devil caused the ball to go into the hole again... last hole of the day...the man is standing over a putt that is a hundred and fifty feet long...he could not make that putt in a million years by himself..."id give anything if i could make this putt"...and the voice of the devil comes out again..."ill tell you what buddy, if i help you make this impossibly long putt, will you give me all of the rest of your sex life, for as long as you live?"...the guy thought about it for a second and said, "yes, i promise i will", and to the amazement of everybody, the putt went in... after the game, the other players went into the clubhouse, and the man tried over and over and over to make that putt again, without help, when he heard a familiar voice over his shoulder...he turned around to see a nice looking man, with outstretched hand to shake, saying, it was a pleasure to help you, sir...i am the devil... the gentleman took his hand, and said, yessir, it is indeed a pleasure to finally deal with you...my name is father erraffee...