Bad Joke For The Day.

Went golfing with a guy the other day that I had never played with before.  Nice guy.  First tee he comes up to the tee with a short iron in hand.  Says he hasn't played in a long time so he is scared to try his driver.  He tees the ball up and takes a swing at it.  He misses the ball completely and hits an ant hill.  He wipes it out.  Dead ants everywhere.  He goes to his bag and gets a longer iron.  He steps up to the ball and takes another rip at it.  Same thing.  He misses the ball completely and hits the ant hill again.  Again, dead ants everywhere.  Now the guy is pissed.  He returns to his bag and gets his driver out.  Says that this is what he should have started with. As he gets ready to swing I notice that among all the dead ants, there are two still alive.  I notice them talking to each other.  Now I have never seen talking ants so I tell the guy to wait just a minute.  I get a little closer to hear what they are saying.  I overhear the one ant telling the other, "We had better get on the ball or we are going to get killed to."