"Dat's it," he tells Lena. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad dat once I hit da ball I couldn't see vere it vent."
Lena sympathizes and gets him a shot of aquavit. As they sit down she says, "Vhy don't you take my brother Sven wit you and give it one more try."
"Dat's no good" sighs Ole, "your brother's a hundred and tree. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says Lena, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the next day Ole heads off to the golf course with 103 year old Sven. He tees up, takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to Sven and says, "Did you see da ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied Sven. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Vhere did it go?" says Ole.
"I don't remember."
Lena sympathizes and gets him a shot of aquavit. As they sit down she says, "Vhy don't you take my brother Sven wit you and give it one more try."
"Dat's no good" sighs Ole, "your brother's a hundred and tree. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says Lena, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the next day Ole heads off to the golf course with 103 year old Sven. He tees up, takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to Sven and says, "Did you see da ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied Sven. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Vhere did it go?" says Ole.
"I don't remember."
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