Well me and my dorky buddies were waiting about 6 groups deep about 8 am on a Saturday at Oak Hollow in beautiful High Point NC home of the World Famous Tiki. On deck are these foreigners in for the furniture market. Obviously these dudes have watched a lot of golf on tv. They had on really nice expensive clothes but they were matching the "tigers" with their "elephants." I'm talking your green glen plads with orange stripes and white belts. Shoes with them little flapper thingies.
They're gettin' their pre-round gibber jabber on . . . I'm sure talking about starting a college fund for the peg leg stripper at the World Famous. I'm sure it was the foreign version of "Dude, she was wantin' me baaaaaad."
When it happens . . .
Foreign Buddy Number 1 practicing his double-cocked backswing that's way faster than his downswing, connects at point blank range with Buddy Number 2. Right smack dab on the mouth! Sounded like somebody looking for a ripe watermellon at the Piggy Wiggy. Buddy Number 2 is now rollin' around like that ant you pinched between your fangers when you were a tot right on the tee box.
Buddy Number 2 is restrained by Numbers 3 and 4 so no fistacuffs will ensue. But now Buddy Number 2 is minus . . .
a toofus. Yikes. We were had one of those milk comin' out of the nose laughs. True story.
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Last edited by 12 piece bucket : 02-02-2006 at 05:16 PM.
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