A fellow golfer is on a business trip to Doral and had a pretty good round. He decides to skip the business cocktail party and instead goes to the Grille Room bar. He sits down and orders a drink. While he is sitting there this luscious blond sits down beside him and asks him to buy her a drink. They engage in a light conversation when the women says to him I’m a call girl and during the last tournament I made love to none oyher than Arnold Palmer.
Now that’s impressive the golfer says. Well, I have time she tells him and asks if he would like to make love to the women who had Arnold Palmer. I’ll give you a discount because I’m really horny.
He decides why not and they head back to her hotel room. She gives him the ride of his life and he just lies next to her panting. He finally catches his breathe and starts to get up and put his pants on. Where are you going? He says I thought we were done. We’re not she retorted.
They go at it again and this time he is really spent. He rests a few moments and starts to get up again. I told you I was horny. We’re NOT done!
One more round of coitus and he bolts from the bed, runs and grabs the phone and starts dialing.
Who are you calling she yells?
Arnold Palmer! I want to find out what par for this hole is!