Since Mr. Paul has returned with a vengence and is telling stories, I have to tell a story now.
A few years ago a group of 4 couples went to Mazatlan Mexico were we played El Cid golf course every day. The caddies at El Cid were a riot and particularly took to my friend Jim who is an old hippie with hair halfway down his back. The ponds at El Cid are filled with turtles and frequently you see one turtle at the edge of a pond with another one perched slightly above and behind the first one. One caddie called Jim over and said, "Chim, the turtles, they f**k"
This quickly became the catch phrase in the group.
6 years later I was working the Futures Tour. When we were in Dallas the creek that ran through the course also had a fair share of turtles. So, I told our other officials (Susanne and Karl) the story. Later when a turtle was spotted on a course, one of us would get on the radio and say "I see Turtles" and we all would giggle.
When we were just outside Milwaukee later that season, I happened to see a turtle and got on the radio and said, "I see a turtle." Susanne came back with, "And we all now what turtles do." At this point, the owner of the tour, a little Costa Rican woman, came on the radio and innocently asked, "Susanne, what do turtles do?" The silence was deafening as we all were laughing at how Susanne would explain this one without breaking radio etiquette. Fortunately Zayda didn't push the question.
Ever notice how every caddie is a 5 handicap? At least all the ones in Mexico claimed to be.