Golf Buff Mugs

'I just have a quick appendectomy - mind if I play through?'

Golfing Boss

Bowled over again!

'It's perfectly normal for middle-aged men to put on a little weight.'

Race track - with the race being to apply the white lines between lanes

'Does sports trivia count as something I learned today?'

Vendor selling testosterone.

President S Grant's Proposed Civil Service Reform not to the Taste of Certain Senators

'C'mon, c'mon! I want to be the first one on the stair-climbing machine!'

'Fergie quits - chewing gum sales hit all time low!'

'He's a yodelling busker!'(Busker on faraway mountain).

'Will that be coach?'

"Tom, let's explore why you feel Andrea's inability to understand 'icing the puck' is passive-aggressive."

"Dear, there's someone here to collect your soul."

"When did everybody stop jogging?"

'He's got a good attitude, and he's tall. But he's got to get into the weight room.'

Posh man taking his dog clay pigeon shooting

Fitness Course.

"In my workout this morning I hit a new personal best, but on a seasonally adjusted basis, my numbers actually fell."

'Going 'cold turkey' might be dangerous...I'd wean him off by letting him watch world cup re-runs....'

Kick! Go for it!

-I think I've caught a cold -It's the only thing you've caught all day!

Arch of Triumph Save

Man in Office playing golf, filing cabinet draw marked 'Rough'

"Steroids."

'Can't you spell? This is 'muscle beach.' You want 'M-U-S-S-E-L Beach.''

Man thinking about playing football and a convertible car

Arm wrestling champion. (man in wheelchair).

'... Yeah, now I'm starting to feel it, too. ... Sort of a tightness in my neck...'

'Eating again. What's happened to your weight lifting?'

"I'm putting your math homework in your blue folder – don’t eat it!"

Have you ever sued anyone for slander or libel, Randy? Indeed I have, little buddy. It was 1979. Francis Melba stood up in the middle of the cafeteria and accused me - in front of all the other kids - of being "nothing special." So I stood atop my table, ripped my shirt in two, slowly smoothed out my mustache, and then proceeded to flex my pecs, one at a time. HOJ. The sunlight streaming in through the windows scattered off my bouncing pecs like a disco ball. That's when Melba knew he was toast.

'Personal Fowl, number 83...'

"...and I'm an incredibly flexible gymnast. If you get my drift..."

'And once again it's ended in a tie.'