"Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded along the edge of a lake, drank eight beers, escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush, marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand, jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake and took four leaks behind big trees.
Inspired by the story, the doctor said, "You must be one hell of an out doors man."
"No," I replied, "I'm just a lousy golfer."
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