During my physical examination, my doctor asked me

about my physical activity level.

 
 I described a typical day, "Well, yesterday afternoon,

I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty

rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed

my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my

eyes. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky

hills. I took a few 'leaks' behind some big trees.. The mental

stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank

eight beers."

  Inspired by the story, the doctor said, "You must be one

hell of an outdoors man!"
 

 "No," I replied, "I'm just a **** golfer."