I'm not a golfer, but am a crusty old fart!

A crusty old golfer comes in from a round of golf at a new course and heads into the grill room.

As he passes through the swinging doors he sees a sign hanging over the bar :



COLD BEER: $2.00

HAMBURGER: $2.25

CHEESEBURGER: $2.50

CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50

HAND JOB: $50.00



Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the old golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive



female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled golfers.



She glides down behind the bar to the old golfer.. "Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "May I help you?"



The old golfer leans over the bar, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers, "Are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"



She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs: "Yes Sir, I sure am."



The old golfer leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands real f**king good, cause I want a cheeseburger."

Now that is funny. I guess I am not that old yet....