3 iron
I went to the driving range with 5 buddies the other day. I don’t really play golf, but I can recommend a 3 iron! As we tried to hit little white balls into vast green fields, strange thoughts crossed our minds.
T-spark: “Damn! I love this sport, I can smoke and “exercise” at the same time, who would have thought?”
the brother-in-law: “I wonder how quickly the grass grows back…”
the brother: “10 hours of Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2005 every week… that’s the secret boys!”
cooper: “Damn I’m good! I don’t even play golf!”
pee wee: “Fuck that ball, it’s too small! How does cooper do it? he doesn’t even play golf!”
beefy: “That girl at tee 6 is hot! And she can drive too! I wonder if she’s wearing underwear?”
ninja: “I love to putt. Someone should make a game where all you do is putt, now there’s an idea! They should call it putt putt. puttedy putt putt putt…”
note: all identities have been “disguised”.
Paul wrote on August 16th, 2005 at 2:39 pm
Nice names
Beefy wrote on August 17th, 2005 at 4:14 pm
I stayed a bit longer after you guys left to work on my pitch and putting.
Yes, Heidi (the girl) did wear under”where”, but only untill about 5 minutes after you were gone.
There is something strangly romantic about the back of a VolksWagen.
Foxy lady, you put a spell on me! do..do..do..dim O-Ye, foxy Lady….
Herman Pretorius wrote on August 18th, 2005 at 9:36 am
I guess you’ve all guessed the identity of “Beefy”?
He’s always had quite an imagination that boy…
Chris Kuun wrote on August 26th, 2005 at 2:17 pm
Hey Beefy, I hope you didn’t putt from the rough.