The Juice is Loose

Overheard:

"So I'm out golfing with my wife on the public course, cause, you know, I'm from Australia and sell life insurance. How the hell am I going to get on a private club? Anyway, who am I playing behind but O.J. Simpson. He's paired up with some old fucker. Probably can't buy his way into the ritzy courses since he hacked his wife up. Well I'm on the 13th tee and I smack a ball that goes right onto the next hole's green. Bloody nasty slice. I'm walking over to retrieve it when OJ knocks his ball right past me - hits the fucking pin. I mean, it was a beautiful shot. So he's all excited, jumping up and down, and he's running towards me cause he thinks he might have gotten a hole in one. Now you have to understand, I'm shitting my pants. OJ fucking Simpson is running at me yelling crazy things and waving his golf club. I've been chased by wild kangaroos, and I wasn't as scared. He gets to his ball and sees what an amazing shot it was. Probably only hit a shot like that three times in your life if you're lucky. So he's looking for someone to bask in it with him and since that old codger is 100 yards behind him he looks at me. I'm the only one there. He comes over and sticks his hand out - you know, he's looking for a high five. And I'm thinking, 'Should I high five OJ Simpson?' I didn't know what to do. So I offer him the side slap. Very meek. Anyway, I get my ball and head back to my wife. And, of course, the wife is all pissed cause I just high fived the guy who carved up Nicole. She won't play golf with me anymore."

"Was he wearing his gloves?"

"Oh yeah. Fucker had tight fitting gloves on."