A golfer goes into the 19th hole with a big purple 'mouse' on his forehead. He orders a double scotch, neat. The bartender says "What happened, did you get hit with a ball?" The golfer says, "No, much worse. I made my tee shot on 17, and sliced the ball way off to the left, into the farmer's field. I looked for that ball for twenty minutes; I had a chance to break 80, and I couldn't afford to lose the strokes. Then this cow walked by, her tail went up, and I see a golf ball lodged in the cow's vagina. I go over and take a look, and it's a Dunlop 65. I'm shooting a Titleist 2. Then this lady comes over, and says she lost her ball, too. I asked her what she was shooting, and she says 'a Dunlop 65'. So I went up to the cow, lifted up her tail, and said 'this one looks like yours, lady'. She hit me with a five iron".