This girl deserved a Rumspringa.

Yeah, and there is NO sex in the champagne room either.

I’m a dude. Another dude on a plane with nasty bare feet touches me with one, I would uncontrollably reflectively pop him square in the nose. Guess we would really fistfight then.

Nice. Even though it’s a little more mainstream, I still can’t get away from this.

Stay out of the bars, guys.

The Beast is on the list? Come on Beast!

Meh. Ball was barely moving on a mishit. I am stupid also. Dove out of a cart, only to get hit in the back by a screamer off a 3 wood once. Knocked the breath out of me and had a knarly bruise for a week or two. Luckily didn’t get hit in the head. Or the ear.

Jackass from the 48 team asked him for a light.

I seriously doubt anyone will respond, since apparently I have been flagged (flogged) on every gawker site or something, but seriously, does this woman want to be black? As in, she feels like a black person trapped in a white body?

Vienna sausage and grapes anyone?

I’m with you. It is interesting to see the list of past recipients, however.

I was staying at the Beau Rivage casino in Biloxi, Mississippi, and decided to pay the substantial green fee of $250 to play their Fallen Oak golf course. The better half was with me and had nothing to do, so I inquired about her riding along in the cart. I was told it would be another full green fee of $250 for her…

Are you also a super asshole to your caddy?

As much as you want, of course, but I recommend you totally give up caring about it. Times have changed. And it is liberating.

I used to say the same thing. Then I gave up after realizing that times have changed and I was wasting my breath bitching about it.

My experience as a patron in 2012 was great. However, I was exhausted from walking all day, so I sat down, forgot about the rule and laid down for a few seconds. Pleeeease don’t hold it against me in the lottery! Seriously! I want to come back! Pleeeeease!

“... I mash the ball, flim flam, and that’s why they call me FIGJAM.”

Up and to the Right: Indicates a Visually Remembered Images. If you asked someone “How many whippets did you inhale?”, this would be the direction their eyes move. In their mind, they are “Visually Remembering” that it was three boxes.

1992 called. Its running out of whippets.