Well I’ve just returned him from the gentleman’s where we were world economics over a glass or 2 of the regions finest they had to offer whilst puffing on cuban cigars looking down at the peasents gather at the door way looking for crumbs, ability or any other thing they can scavage
So upon arrive home as discussed I’ll indulge on my what could’ve been great day on the hallow turf we call Mawson Lakes.
First 5 holes- Par-Par-Birdie-Bogey-par at this stage I currently have a rock hard boner that the great John Holmes would be proud of, single figures here I come! Next 4 pffft won’t bore you with them.
On the turn 22 points the world is my ostyer- some prick get me bacon pieces cheese and wosty sauce cause I’m on!
Bang! That’s me hitting earth.
10- 1 point, 11 1 point, 12-1 point
I spit the dummy and have a moment! My marker says your 25 points after 12 holes relax!
13 through 18! 4 pars a birdie and a bogey.
40 points
10.2
1 more good round I’m single figures!
FYI- Rose Tattoo weren’t bad, Jets weren’t loud enough and the tempo on all played was down, Bank St social is full of f**k wits, Electra house WTF! Woolshed line was to long. Corporate box today.
you've gota keep on keep'n on .........