Which hole?
Phil was a pretty dopey bloke, so while he was playing golf he forgot what hole he was on. He saw a lady up ahead of him and went over to her and said, “Can you please help me? I don’t know what hole I’m on.” She told him, “You’re one hole behind me. I’m on seven; you’re on six.” He thanked her and continued playing, but a few holes later he forgot where he was again.He saw the same lady and went up to her, feeling kind of embarrassed. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m lost again. Can you please tell me what hole I’m on?” She smiled and told him, “You’re still one hole behind me. I’m on 14; you’re on 13.” Again he thanked her and continued playing.
When Phil finished he saw the same sheila in the clubhouse. He went up to her and asked if he could buy her a drink for helping him out, and she said yes. As they were drinking and talking he asked her what she did for a living.
“I’m in sales,” said the lady.
“No shit, so am I!” he replied. “What do you sell?”
“Oh, it’s really embarrassing and I’m afraid to tell you,” she blushed. “Alright, if you promise not to laugh, I’ll tell you.”
Phil promised, and the lady said, “I sell tampons.”
Phil immediately fell on the floor, laughing hysterically. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh, you rude man!” snapped the lady.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it,” chuckled Phil. “I sell toilet paper… so I’m still one hole behind you.”
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