Two buddies are out golfing one afternoon, and one happens to hit his ball into the treeline. So off he goes to find it and get back on the green. When he ruffles through a couple of bushes, he find himself in a beautiful field full of buttercups. He finally finds his ball and swings once...a miss. He swings again...another miss. Then he swings over and over like mad to try to get the ball on to the green. Suddenly, Mother Nature appears before him and says, "Stop that, you fiend! For such harsh treatment to these buttercups, you will never again partake of butter for the rest of your life!" She then vanishes.

After a moment the guy picks up his ball and runs back to the green. His friend was nowhere in sight, so he yelled, "Hey, where are you?" His friend replies, "Over here, in this field of pussywillows!" In horror, the first guy yells, "For God's sake, don't swing!!"

Well, I guess I'll have to reply to my own post. HAHAHA, good joke, man!

I was the friend in the pussywillows

LOL, sucks to be you! I told you not to swing.