Ok boys . . . let's help each other out. If you REALLY want to help your game, this is where we should start.
What is the MOST deceitful dispicable dishonest LIE that you have told your wife/significant other/baby's mama so you could sneak away to the golf course or practice range?
Let's hear how creative you bunch of Koolaid slurpers really are . . .
I ain't talking about the old stand-bys either like . . .
"I had a meeting that ran a bit long sweetheart."
"I was shopping early for our 60th anniversary."
"I decided to take your mother to lunch."
"I went to the Dr. Phil show to get some pointers on improving our relationship and to figure out how to get you to . . . SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"
Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.
Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.
Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.
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