Any golf in which I am not participating makes me want to jam rusty paper clips into my urethra.Golf on tv? Paperclip.Golf stories? Right in the urethra.Golf tournaments? I'm in the hospitality tent getting drunk....and jamming the old paperclips.
So, if we call you Rusty Peter from now on, it's cool?
You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.
Anyone getting anything from these updates or am I just in this on my own here?
I'm reading them, Chop. Some of us have to work for a living, you know.
I want a post for every hole in the tournamant.
Glad to see Dil Pickelson fading early. What a fuckin' puss.