Francie wrote:

koiom wrote:

I certainly share the setiments of others here in saying that golf is a few hours away from the noise that life can throw at you.
I farkin live for weekends and that 5.30am alarm that signals the start of a golf day.

I also keep coming back in the hope that the next round is the one where every aspect of my game fires on the same day. It’s the search for that one perfect round where you can say you were happy with every shot off the tee, every shot through the green and every putt.

Pretty sure I’ll need to be physically active and capable until the age of about 230 before I experience this, but hey, it keeps me coming back.

8th dwarf wrote:

I play golf cos I’m popular with golfers who want me to join them.
I used to care about my golf game and my equipment and my handicap but not so much now.
It’s more the company. To that I Have made some awesome friends from inter state and local too that will stay with me forever.
Bless you all.

Ha….you guys are soooooo commited to playing well every time you tee it up. I will NEVER believe that Muzz should play off a handicap higher than mine….and Carson is a “champ” who needs no further explaination. Both champs in my book

It’s the only way Muzz will ever be higher than anyone over the age of 4

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Francie

8th dwarf wrote:

I play golf cos I’m popular with golfers who want me to join them.
I used to care about my golf game and my equipment and my handicap but not so much now.
It’s more the company. To that I Have made some awesome friends from inter state and local too that will stay with me forever.
Bless you all.

Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it’s usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it’s not just the uniform. It’s the stories that you tell. So much fun and imagination.

Lee Harvey, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. But the two of us together, forget it. I’m gonna go out on a limb here. I’m gonna volunteer my leadership to this platoon. An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe. And Sergeant Hulka isn’t always gonna be here to be that big toe for us. I think that we owe a big round of applause to our newest, bestest buddy, and big toe… Sergeant Hulka.

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Commish wrote:

Ink wrote:

Commish wrote:

I really enjoy the social aspect of the game and getting to play with my son once a week. Other than that, I must have some underlying basic masochistic needs. I mean, what other reason could there be for putting yourself through 4 to 41/2 hrs of mental anguish followed by a further 8 hours of hardly being able to move due to the sore back, knees and calves. Oh and of course there is the ever present opportunity to Drink More Beer!!!!

Are we still taking about golf.

Yep.
I see where you are coming from you salsa swaggering swordsman. I inadvertently did not mention the word golf in my post due to the heading of the thread. The masochistic part…. well, I am convinced that golf was invented by a Sadist for the sole purpose of satisfying Masochists. Plus, as you well know, I really don’t need any form of reason to have another beer.

Apart from that… HOW THE FARK ARE YA!!!!!!

I am very well beer bru.

Goldy wrote:

8th dwarf wrote:

I play golf cos I’m popular with golfers who want me to join them.
I used to care about my golf game and my equipment and my handicap but not so much now.
It’s more the company. To that I Have made some awesome friends from inter state and local too that will stay with me forever.
Bless you all.

Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it’s usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it’s not just the uniform. It’s the stories that you tell. So much fun and imagination.

Lee Harvey, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. But the two of us together, forget it. I’m gonna go out on a limb here. I’m gonna volunteer my leadership to this platoon. An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe. And Sergeant Hulka isn’t always gonna be here to be that big toe for us. I think that we owe a big round of applause to our newest, bestest buddy, and big toe… Sergeant Hulka.

well ok hotshot, we’re gonna see what kind of solider you are……………

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Goldy

Goldy wrote:

8th dwarf wrote:

I play golf cos I’m popular with golfers who want me to join them.
I used to care about my golf game and my equipment and my handicap but not so much now.
It’s more the company. To that I Have made some awesome friends from inter state and local too that will stay with me forever.
Bless you all.

Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it’s usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it’s not just the uniform. It’s the stories that you tell. So much fun and imagination.

Lee Harvey, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. But the two of us together, forget it. I’m gonna go out on a limb here. I’m gonna volunteer my leadership to this platoon. An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe. And Sergeant Hulka isn’t always gonna be here to be that big toe for us. I think that we owe a big round of applause to our newest, bestest buddy, and big toe… Sergeant Hulka.

Post of the year sarge….

Schmuck wrote:

I’ve never looked at an egg beater the same since…

Who’s your friend?

number three is never say her name