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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 124969" data-attributes="member: 1246">Avid Golfer at the Pearly Gates&nbsp;Michael was an extremely avid golfer with a cynical attitude and arrogance,that when he passed away, few people shed a tear. Michael approached thePearly Gates where St. Peter was waiting for him. Rather than pass throughthe gates as normal people had done, Michael stopped to ask a question.&nbsp;&quot;Before I agree to come in, I want to know exactly what kind of golf courseyou have here,&quot; he said to St. Peter.&nbsp;&quot;That shouldn&#039;t matter to you.&quot; said St. Peter.&nbsp;&quot;But it does&quot;. And then in his arrogant manner exclaimed,&nbsp;&quot;Well if I can&#039;t see it, then I&#039;m not coming in!&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Very well, Michael. As you wish...look through the gates.&quot;&nbsp;He looked and saw the poorest, most rundown, excuse for a golf course thatit made him sick to his stomach.&nbsp;&quot;Forget it! There is no way I&#039;m going to spend eternity playing on thatcourse.&quot;&nbsp;Just then, Michael heard the devil calling him over the gate.&nbsp;&quot;Come over here and see what I have to offer.&quot;&nbsp;Michael peers through the gate and he is elated. There is the mostabsolutely fabulous golf course he has ever seen. He turns to the devil andsays, &quot;Yeah, I want to play that course!&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Ok. Step on through and it&#039;s yours forever.&quot;&nbsp;St. Peter pleaded with Michael as he headed off with the Devil and the gatesclosed behind him. Michael walked up to the first tee and said, &quot;I can&#039;twait to play! Where are my clubs and ball?&nbsp;The devil roared with laughter. &quot;Oh that. There aren&#039;t any.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 124969, member: 1246"] Avid Golfer at the Pearly Gates Michael was an extremely avid golfer with a cynical attitude and arrogance, that when he passed away, few people shed a tear. Michael approached the Pearly Gates where St. Peter was waiting for him. Rather than pass through the gates as normal people had done, Michael stopped to ask a question. "Before I agree to come in, I want to know exactly what kind of golf course you have here," he said to St. Peter. "That shouldn't matter to you." said St. Peter. "But it does". And then in his arrogant manner exclaimed, "Well if I can't see it, then I'm not coming in!" "Very well, Michael. As you wish...look through the gates." He looked and saw the poorest, most rundown, excuse for a golf course that it made him sick to his stomach. "Forget it! There is no way I'm going to spend eternity playing on that course." Just then, Michael heard the devil calling him over the gate. "Come over here and see what I have to offer." Michael peers through the gate and he is elated. There is the most absolutely fabulous golf course he has ever seen. He turns to the devil and says, "Yeah, I want to play that course!" "Ok. Step on through and it's yours forever." St. Peter pleaded with Michael as he headed off with the Devil and the gates closed behind him. Michael walked up to the first tee and said, "I can't wait to play! Where are my clubs and ball? The devil roared with laughter. "Oh that. There aren't any." [/QUOTE]

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