My brother was playing in a golf tournament sponsored by a local charity. The charity determined the make up of the foursomes and, as luck would have it, one of the members of the foursome was Al, a rather obnoxious and foul mouthed individual. On of the perks of the tournament was a food and beverage service for the golfers while they were on the course. Delivery was made by a cadre of rather attractive young ladies. Al, true to form, every time a delivery was made, had to make some sort of off color comment to the young ladies. There was one young woman in particular who was the object of his attention and his comments. When he remarked to her that she looked rather sad, she replied that on a beautiful sunny day like this she would rather be elsewhere having a good time. Al looked at her and remarked that if she came home with him after the tournament, he would show her a really good time. She looked at Al and said, "Al, you know what your problem is? Your mouth is writing checks that your body can't cash." Needless to say, Al was rather quiet for the remainder of that round of golf.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)