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Originally Posted by -BT-
literally.....the last time i played golf was the last time we were in Tampa
always trying to sh!t in my cereal, i'm already flying spirit airline, where they charge $50 to carry on a racing form, the golf clubs might cost me an extra plane ticket.
why can't we just go get some "real seafood" every morning at joe's crab shack and call it a week?
having said that, if enough people are bringing their sticks i'll figure something out.
*side note: for those who haven't had the luxury of playing golf with the lawn jockey, he picks pricey establishments, requires everyone play from the tips, and he also cheats......all the above have been verified.
-bt-
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I have a better idea, put on your best picnic tablecloth, grab your Dora the explorer backpack, then go to Tampa and stand at the rail while trying to pick up slightly chunky female exercise riders that don't speak English. That is, unless Jill Byrne is somewhere in the area, if that is the case then watch out, cause we'll go into serious creepy stalker mode (which is downright disturbing, but usually pretty funny to watch). Bringing the Flamingo Kid is optional.
http://vid789.photobucket.com/albums...6/f03cf4aa.mp4
As far as the lawn jockey (or golf Nazi as I like to call him), Mr. Thomas is 100% accurate.