Golf is Stoopid
Golf, is what you hear. Snore, is what you may think. Hitting a ball into a hole with a stick, really? Pfft. What a waste. For what possible reason would any half-wit spend a day… Woah, okay, just woah. If
parenting and golf and spirituality, oh my
Golf, is what you hear. Snore, is what you may think. Hitting a ball into a hole with a stick, really? Pfft. What a waste. For what possible reason would any half-wit spend a day… Woah, okay, just woah. If
I find myself on a golf course. The sun gets higher, and the damp turf steams like a feminist after a Trump tweet. A tournament. I’m a caddy. At this moment, my player is breaking down, stationary, in tears, finding
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