I need to interrupt the exceptionally long trip to the bottle shop for a very important post on things I overheard while golfing yesterday.
It was my first time golfing without a windmill and clown's mouth, but we will go in to that during a later post.
First I want to share with you why I was unable to keep a straight face the entire day.
The following was said in true golfing sincerity:
"Did you bring your balls?"
"I've lost my balls."
"My balls are covered in sand."
"Hey guys do any of you have yellow balls?"
"I just kept dropping my balls in the lake."
"You put your balls in that and it washes them for you."
And finally, the winner is:
"My balls kept disappearing in the bush."