I should do this post in the style of my buddy Jonny Gihad, but I'm feeling far too sarcastic for that. Incidentally, you should read his response to the challenge I threw in his face (like a damp floorcloth) ) it's really quite good apart from the fascination about ONE particular actor.
Anyway - back to golf. A stupid game, played by perverts in costumes !!
Apparently, the theory is that you twat a ball with a stick and then talk bollocks whilst attempting to find the ball that you twatted.
Meanwhile, you have the oppprtunity to dress like a cunt. (Huggy from Starsky and Hutch is a role model).
I have the sticks (bag full of the bastard things), but I am not going on Pubic Transport with them - that would be far too hairy.
However, in theory, my Punjabi soul-mate is taking me to a big lawn, puntuated by holes, today.
This however has 3 pre-requisites:
1 - Hindi-boy remembers anything - (which I believe to be unlikely)
2 - His new car has not been stolen by 'scousers' - (I think the Germans are front of the queue)
3 - We have the cojones - (balls I have - they're not 'special' but at least I know where they're going)
I did play golf once before with my little brother (he's not little, he always carries a gun, and he has serious issues with anger management)
Oh we laughed - well I did. It was funny - to see grown men pissing their pants.
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You HAVE to wear the silly clothes? It is mandatory? Or is that just to try and fit in to the pack and not stand out as a duffer?
Ha! Fourth! Fuck off, golf is good!
YSB -> There are no sidelines in golf - they are called boundaries (which I think may be because of the....eek, should shut up now)
Sewmouse -> I never fit in, except in graveyards
JG -> golf is not good - it's dangerous for squiggles
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