Goth would ask you to guess what he likes about golf but, it's a pretty short list. In fact, the list doesn't exist at all.
I mean, what the fuck is there to like about people twatting a ball with a stick, in the hope that ball goes into some squirrel nest?!?
If you can't twat the ball into the hole, dig a bigger fucking hole !! It's not rocket science, just the law of averages.
I grew up next to a golf course, and it was just a procession of sad cunts, dressed like pimps looking for where they had misplaced their balls. The bastards couldn't get laid, in a brothel, with fifty quid hanging out of their arse pockets.
Unfortunately, this disease, known as golf, is contagious. I know because I nearly caught it once. My 'ickle' brother, who isn't 'ickle' at all, persuaded me to try out this idiotic sport.
I had to think carefully before I acquiesced.
"Hmmmmm - my brother, the policeman, with a gun, and his Police warrant card, and a very short temper with metal sticks encountering stuck-up, pompous twats, whining about 'playing through'". Now That's Entertainment!!!!!
"Oh go on then" I said, instantly feeling better about myself.
Granted, I was hoping that PC Bro would 'kick off' and insert a golf club, at high velocity, where the sun doesn't shine.
Boo hiss - didn't happen.
We just had a long walk - punctuated with "Oh for fucks sake"!!!! - 'hmmm, that'll be the water then"
I'd love to say that I got birdies, and eagles and other flying stuff, but I didn't. I'm 'shit-hot' at the game on the Playstation, but, in reality, I'm like Stevie Wonder on a zebra crossing - fucking clueless.
I'm not giving up though. I've seen the spastics that attempt to play golf. I'm better - at least I can see where my ball fucked off to.
"Oh look - trees, with big mushrooms hiding my.....""it SO did NOT go in the water/sand/fucking trees.... again"