I found a brand new set of golf clubs in our garage that I had no idea I got when I bought my car. I have decided to conquer golf tomorrow because i've left a crater in my neighbor's chimney.
Haha, nice. Well golf requires a lot of patience and polo shirts... which I have neither of. If I go golfing, it's with a bunch of people who are as likely to break the clubhouse windows as I am.
If i saw myself in clothes like that i'd have to kick my own ass. And the two buddies who are going have never gone either. I may actually break under 100.
I ****ing hate golf >| Surprisingly I still play it when i'm in a bad mood. Just pretend the ball is the one you hate and..... SUCCESS!! The ball ends up over the neighbor's yard and never comes back :(
I'm not. I just act like a smartass and pretend I know quite a bit about golf, but in reality I camp out by the green like a homeless person and watch the others with my homemade binoculars. Or play Wii Sports. Either way, my false knowledge isn't beneficial for anyone.