Do golfers do anything themselves? Like, they have people to hand them the clubs, cart to drive (or be driven) around in and now they can’t even take their own beer with them for their long and soo uncomfortable travels in the green desert?
No idea, but I did shrooms with my best friend and went golfing at dawn in the afterglow of it all. We had never golfed before. Didn’t know the etiquette. Apparently these people golf half a hole and then leave their balls just laying on the course while they go jack off at the club for a while. My friend and I think there’s just free balls and we’re like “Wow, dude. Free balls!”, and put them in our bag. Minutes later Fuckity-Dooda and the gang return to the hole and start interrogating us about the balls. We had no idea what was going on, or that those balls weren’t just free ball-berries lying about for the picking.
I don’t remember how we defused the situation, but I do remember awkwardly getting their balls back out of our bags an being like, “Oh, well there was these balls…”, and then driving around the course for another hour avoiding humans whole we sobered up.
They don’t let you bring your own booze because they make ass loads of money selling it to you themselves. Still, I’ve never played golf with people who don’t sneak in a beer or two to avoid that. It’s more fun that way.
Do golfers do anything themselves? Like, they have people to hand them the clubs, cart to drive (or be driven) around in and now they can’t even take their own beer with them for their long and soo uncomfortable travels in the green desert?
No idea, but I did shrooms with my best friend and went golfing at dawn in the afterglow of it all. We had never golfed before. Didn’t know the etiquette. Apparently these people golf half a hole and then leave their balls just laying on the course while they go jack off at the club for a while. My friend and I think there’s just free balls and we’re like “Wow, dude. Free balls!”, and put them in our bag. Minutes later Fuckity-Dooda and the gang return to the hole and start interrogating us about the balls. We had no idea what was going on, or that those balls weren’t just free ball-berries lying about for the picking.
I don’t remember how we defused the situation, but I do remember awkwardly getting their balls back out of our bags an being like, “Oh, well there was these balls…”, and then driving around the course for another hour avoiding humans whole we sobered up.
I would have just denied everything then asked them why they left their balls unattended for long enough that someone could have taken them.
Probably not while on shrooms though. I’d probably just take off running
Lol, fucking love stories like this!
They don’t let you bring your own booze because they make ass loads of money selling it to you themselves. Still, I’ve never played golf with people who don’t sneak in a beer or two to avoid that. It’s more fun that way.