Golf Stuff.

LOTO 1996...Everyone but Me had BBQ'd Crawdads a the Bar....The next Morning, I was the only one Who didn't shit His Pants at the Golf Course.
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I strongly dislike Phil. But it's interesting that the club did an exhaustive investigation after he tee'd off, then drove out to like the third hole and kicked him out of the club. Then the cops found nothing. It would have taken my club about three days to get the right old men together to make that decision stick. I didn't even get a warning for having Bobcat as a guest.

I still don't like Phil.
 
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