Denim jacket. Mullet. Mid double digit IQ.

One of the things that jumped out at me from the video is how gentle the bailiff is who is holding down the father’s head.

Always remember that billionaires don’t care about you.

He said that although he was expecting it to happen...when it did they were all stunned.

Did you at least name one of your kids Nathan Jr.? 

OK. So I know a professional golfer (one of the best players in the world) who played with Trump recently. Here’s his PRIVATE takeaway from the round:

You neglected to mention anything about “Secret Society”.

Simply stunning. Just a couple of guys looking for some American foxes.

First, the next funny thing out of Tim Allen’s mouth will be the first.

Why should they train for the moment some dipshit decides to influence the outcome of a game.

Federer reminds me of my all-time favorite golfer: Seve Ballesteros.

The fuck was that?

I didn’t realize there are mountains in the Philadelphia Metropolitan area.

Not making light of this horrific miscarriage of power and abuse but is it me or does that coach the doppelganger of “Dave” from Storage Wars?

Holy shit! That picture looks like one from the National Enquirer from the mid 1970s where they’d superimpose the head the size of Patrick Swayze on to a baby’s body.

Judging from the videos and personal experience, I thinks it’s safe to say that Philly doesn’t have a local chapter of MENSA.

Amen. I stopped attending games back around 2000, unless I was invited to a private box, which happens about twice a year.

Seriously? He got punched for asking where he could buy beer?

Next time in Dublin I’ll certainly be rating at The White Moose, and maybe staying there as well.

Holy shit. I can’t make it from my bed to the toilet in less than 6.37 seconds, and it’s probably 18 feet away.