#3Can you write an interesting paragraph incorporating these phrases?

Question

1. how's your golf game
2. there goes my sex drive
3. please don't retire
4. I'll miss you
5. you can't be replaced
6. I'm just a horny old broad

Answer 1

"How's your golf game?" noted gynecologist Marcus Welby said into the telephone. "Is our tournament on for tomorrow as planned?"
"My game's never been better," came the reply, "and yes, the tournament's on. The team is counting on your being there. You know you can't be replaced."
"Looking forward to it," Welby said with pride.
"One other thing," the caller said. "I need to get my wife in to see you. She has a terrible oozing rash, you know, down there, and I want you to look at it."
There goes my sex drive, Welby mused. "All right, have her come in first thing day after tomorrow," he said, and hung up.
"Well, if you're going to stay on the phone half the night talking to golf buddies, I'm going on to bed," Mrs. Welby spoke up.
"Please don't retire just yet," her husband begged.
"Yes, I'm going," she snapped, and headed for the stairs.
"I'll miss you," Welby called to her retreating back.
"Sits up in that den night after night. Comes to bed at all hours. And never a thought to my needs," Mrs. Welby grumbled to herself as she mounted the stairs to their bedroom. "I'm just a horny old broad, and apparently that's how I'll stay."

Answer 2

I have been keen on sports for years but my dream of going pro never looked realistic until a mate asked "How's your golf game?" and came up with the idea of dressing in drag and joining the women's golf circuit. So, i donned make-up and jewellery and decided to give it a try. I was pleasantly suprised to see a number of sexy young women playing and made advances towards my playing partner, named Sunshine. Although she took to me as a friend, my advances were refused: "I'm just a horny old broad", i told her, apologetically. She laughed, but still no go. On the thirteenth hole, a sliced shot from a competitor hit me between the legs. Though I was supposed to be female, i couldn't help wincing "there goes my sex drive". The pain was excruciating and i decided the idea had been a bad one and to give up golf there and then."Please don't retire," she said, "You can't be replaced" I staggered off to my golf-buggy, tears running down my cheeks. "I'll miss you" Sunshine called after me, but my testicles would not miss golf.

Answer 3

When I walked into my office my boss was already sitting at the chairs in front of my desk with his legs crossed. "How's your golf game?" He asked.

"It's subtlety getting worse," I said, "I just can't seem to get my wood shot straight."

"Well, there goes my sex drive."

He uncrossed his legs and stretched his giant arms and he almost could reach the ceiling, then he dropped to his knees and started to cry. "Please! Don't retire! I'll miss YOU!" he was tugging on the bottom pleats of my khakis.

Everyone knew that I had put in my retirement notification a week earlier and I was planning on spending the rest of my life relaxing and playing golf.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but it's something I have to do."

"You can't be replaced," He said, looking up at me. "I'm just a horny old broad when it comes to you leaving."

I didn't understand that statement at all and I slowly withdrew my foot from his hands, which were now wrapped around my ankle.

"You've got to get a grip." I said, I then sat down behind my desk. My boss got up from the floor and his eyes were red and he sniffed and then banged his head against the wall. Then he jumped out of the window.

Answer 4

I went to see my doctor for my annual physical. I've known him for years...he was even my pediatrician when I was just a child. I asked him how his family was and he told me they were all fine. I then asked "How's your golf game", knowing it was a passion of his and he smiled and said "Not as well as my family is", which meant he had probably been hitting a bit below par. He proceeded with my exam and suggested moderating my hormone replacement medication because of the recent scares in the media. I was a bit dismayed and said "Doc, I'm just a horny old broad...if you lower my HRT, there goes my sex drive." He told me I would be fine and not to worry. Then he broke some news to me which really threw me for a loop. He told me he was retiring! I couldn't believe it...this is the doctor who nursed me through measles and mumps. Who brought me ice cream when I had my tonsils out and who delivered all of my children! "Please don't retire!", I begged him. He assured me that he had hired a new young doctor to take his place. "You can't be replaced," I said with tears in my eyes. But I knew I was sad for myself and that he needed to enjoy the years he had left. He had worked very hard and I did not want to begrudge him any happiness in his retirement. As I was leaving, I looked back at him, smiling through my tears, and whispered, "I'll miss you, Doc".