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4 Tards + 4 Golf Sticks & Balls + Daylight Savings =
Not Much Fun For The People Behind Us |
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that's right... my entire friend count |
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vic had a feeling that this would be mikey's first 5-putt... so we decided to count, just in case
*note the changing expression on mikey's face as the count increases |
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two... still smiling... |
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one... cheerful and unsuspecting at the tee-off |
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four... he didn't even pose for this one... |
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three... he is crushed... |
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... and five... bahahaha!~ |
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the 'hole-in-one' boys celebrate...
as the two-putt boy takes the photo at the 7th |
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davs: hey... its like a catwalk!
juz: can you do blue steel?
davs: ohhh... allllright... |
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the serial moonist strikes again...
i pixelized his torso in an attempt to hide his identity, in case people who are not meant to see this site... do actually see this site... |
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as you can see... we thought that elephant rivalled sliced bread in terms of greatness and versatility in regards to the number of photo opportunities it presented |
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that's dave's ball... it stopped about 2 inches from a hole-in-one...
and he calls me a weak bastard... |
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even though many a time we 'rode our happy horses'...
few of them were captured on film |
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just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse... mikey stepped into a lake...
but for some fucking reason, that moment lead to an unbelievable inprovement in form... |
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that lead to a hole-in-one on the last hole to beat me by one stroke...
i was crushed... |
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mikey was ecstatic... it was the first time he'd beaten anyone in a round of minigolf
and yes, dave... the 'happy horse' is a funny routine... but there is a time and place for it...
(preferably some distance from my big fat arse...)
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