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The FoggyGolfa Emporium Welcomes All!!!
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A few words about the folks behind The FoggyGolfa Emporium.
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The FoggyGolfa Emporium is a Home-Based Business.
Which is owned, operated and maintained by:
Mr.& Mrs.FoggyGolfa.
We pass our time in the quaint lakeside town of Shapleigh, Maine, USA.
Aside from the general good time & mystifying experience there is to be had.
We are grateful to offer our clients a variety of services.
Please continue to explore what they may be.
Fine Crafted Curio's & Golf Antiquities as well as impressivly created Golf Gifts & Novelties
are a teasing addition to the Emporium.
Mrs. Foggy, in her warm & tender manner, (Bless her heart), has just informed me, (in her charming way), that we are pleased
to announce the arrival into the chambers of the Emporium's Gallery well constructed (& if I may add niftily designed):
Embroided Jackets & Sweatshirts, Golf Shirts & Golf Caps
To which we have taken notice, are somewhat more than hasty, to don that lofty & well respected FoggyGolfa Logo.
A watchful eye will notice a Catalog, (Which we heartily endeavor to summon forth in the not to distant future).
Thank you or taking the time to learn a little about us.
Please be advised that the: FoggyGolfa Emporium is a subsidiary of MKM Enterprises.
You are cordially invited to join us by clicking the MKM Site link below.
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Mind a little Golf Humor?
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An Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman went for a round of golf and their wives went along as caddies. Whilst walking around the course the Englishman's wife caught her foot in a rabbit hole,
tripped up, and landed in a heap on the ground with her skirt over her head, revealing that she
wasn't wearing any knickers!
The Englishman stormed over and angrily demanded a reason for her state of undress. "Well
darling, " she explained "you give me so little allowance that I have to make the odd sacrifice,
usually no one notices." With that the Englishman thrust his hand into his pocket and said,
Here's a tenner, go to Mark's and Spencer's and get some knickers.
Two holes further on the Irishman's wife caught her foot on a mole hill, tripped up, and landed in a
heap on the ground with her skirt over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing any knickers
either! The Irishman stormed over and angrily demanded a reason for her lack of nether garments.
"Well darling," she explained "you give me so little allowance that I have to make the odd
sacrifice, usually no one notices."
With that the Irishman thrust his hand into his pocket and said, "Here's a fiver go to Woolworth's
and get some knickers."Three holes further on the Scotsman's wife caught her foot on an exposed root, tripped up, and
landed in a heap on the ground with her skirt over her head, revealing that she too wasn't wearing
any knickers! The Scotsman stormed over and angrily demanded a reason for her inadequacy in
the modesty department. "Well darling," she explained, "you give me so little allowance that I
have to make the odd sacrifice, usually no one notices."
With that the Scotsman thrust his hand into his pocket and said "Here's a comb, at least you can
tidy yourself up a bit!"
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The FoggyGolfa's hope you have enjoyed your visit!!
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Please watch for new changes to the Emporium.
I would appreciate any suggestions you may have.
Please Email via the link below.
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