Jim and Bob go golfing...

They're on the 18th hole and the score is close. Bob tees off.
Bob hooks the ball way off to the left where it settles in the rough.
Then Jim tees off and his is a wild slice near some shrubs. They both wander off to find their balls but Jim's is furthest from the pin.

Jim finds his ball and he can clearly see the pin. The only problem is a patch of butter cups right I front of the ball. Jim decides to start hacking away at the flowers to clear some space when all of the sudden "Poof!" A cloud of smoke and Mother Nature appears.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she says.
Jim try's to speak but the words are stuck in his mouth.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to grow butter cups?" Mother Nature explains. "They're beautiful delicate things and for chopping these poor flowers up I am going to punish you. You will never have butter for your toast again, not for corn or pancakes . You will never have butter ever again!"

And with a "Poof!" She disappeared Jim stood there for a moment and finally called out.
"Bob where are you?"

Bob replies "I'm over here, the damn ball landed in these pussy willows"

Jim screams "Don't swing!"