of the golfing variety, that is. And, as almost always, from the inbox:
Ben searched diligently through the thick underbrush and suddenly he spotted something shiny. As he got closer, he realized that the shiny object was in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Ben screamed out to his golfing partner: "Hey Thomas, come here, I've got big trouble down here."
Thomas came running over to the edge of the ravine and called out: "What's the matter Ben?"
Ben shouted back in a nervous voice: "Throw me my 7-iron! Looks like you can't get out of here with an 8-iron."