Best pals, Frank and Paul, are out for a day of golf.
On the third hole, Paul accidentally putts the ball into a field of buttercups. Determined to get the ball back onto the green, he demolishes half of the flowers in the process.
As he raises his club to take another swing…POOF! Mother Nature appears.
“What have you done?!! As punishment for destroying my precious buttercups, you shall have no butter for your toast ever again. No butter for baked potatoes either. Actually, no. You shall have no butter for anything…for the rest of your life!” And then, POOF! She was gone.
In total shock and disbelief at what had just occurred, Paul turned around to look for his friend.
“Frank?!! Frank?! You ain’t gonna believe this shit! Frank? Where are you?”
Frank: “I’m over here, in the pussy willows.”
Paul: “For God’s sake, Frank… whatever you do, DO NOT SWING! I repeat…DO NOT SWING!”