The Scottish Golfer

An 80-year-old Scotsman goes to the doctor for a check-up.

The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, 'How
do you stay in such great physical condition?'

I'm Scottish and I am a golfer,' says the old guy, 'and that's why I'm
in such good shape.

I'm up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways.

I have a wee glass of whisky, and all is well.'

'Well,' says the doctor, 'I'm sure that helps, but there's got to be more to it.

How old was your  Dad when he died?'

'Who said my Dad's dead?'

The doctor is  amazed. 'You mean you're 80 years old and your Dad's still alive. How old is he?'

'He's 100 years old,' says the old Scottish golfer. 'In fact he golfed
wi' me this morning, and then we went to the topless beach for a walk
and had anither wee dram and that's why he's still alive. He's Scottish and he's a golfer, too.'

'Well,' the doctor says, 'that's great, but I'm sure there's more to
it than that. How about your Dad's dad? How old was he when he died?'

'Who said my granddad's dead?'

Stunned, the doctor asks, 'You mean you're 80  years old and your
grandfather's still living! Incredible, how old is  he?'

'He's 118 years old,' says the old Scottish golfer.

The  doctor is getting frustrated at this point, 'So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?'

'No. Granddad couldnae  go this mornin' because he's getting married today.'

At this point the doctor is close to losing it. 'Getting married?? Why would a 118 year-old guy want to get married?'

'Who said he wanted to?'