Found these jokes over at BadGolfer.com.
I personally think they’re abhorrent and completely inappropriate…….. But I have a duty to my readers….. 
A Misdirected Shot
A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome teed-off and watched in horror as the ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She then explained that she was a physical therapist and offered to help ease his “pain.”
Please allow me to help, I am a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d just allow me!” She told him earnestly. “Ummph, oooh, nnnoo, I’ll be alright…I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” he replied as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch.
The woman takes it upon herself to begin to “ease his pain”. She began to massage his groin. After a few moments she asked, “does that feel better?” The man looked up at her and replied, “yes, that feels pretty good … but my thumb still hurts like hell!”
Red faced lady golfer
The lady golfer was a determined, if not very proficient player. At each swipe she made at the ball earth flew in all directions.
“Gracious me,” she exclaimed red-faced to her caddie, “the worms will think there’s an earthquake.”
“I don’t know,” replied the caddie, “the worms round here are very clever. I’ll bet most of them are hiding underneath the ball for safety.”
Wife & Mistress
I’ll go and ask if we can go through,” said Max to Jerry. The two golfers had been concerned for some time at the snail-like progress of two women, originally some holes ahead and now just in front of them on the ninth fairway. Max returned after only a few paces towards the ladies.
“Jerry, this is very embarrassing, but would you mind going. That’s my wife up ahead and she’s playing with my mistress.”
Jerry returned having got no further forward than Max. “I say,” he said, “what a coincidence.”
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