my friend is in a charity golf thing next week. he didn't use the word "tournament" when he was telling me about it, and i drew a blank on how to wish him luck. it's not "good luck at the game/match."
"good luck at your golf activity." LOL!!
i wound up telling him to kick some charity golf ass. close enough
Post by thinkofthesoldiers on May 28, 2015 13:55:48 GMT -5
"May your drives be straight and down the fairway May you avoid the rough And when your balls fly over water May they land only in soft, green stuff." - completely made-up "Irish" greeting about golf
Good luck golfing! Enjoy the 19th hole (going to the clubhouse/getting a drink after finishing 18 holes)!
There's a local strip club called the 19th Hole. I want to tag BaliHai but then it kind of looks like I'm saying she works there. She doesn't. To the best of my knowledge.
Good luck golfing! Enjoy the 19th hole (going to the clubhouse/getting a drink after finishing 18 holes)!
There's a local strip club called the 19th Hole. I want to tag BaliHai but then it kind of looks like I'm saying she works there. She doesn't. To the best of my knowledge.
Post by miniroller on May 28, 2015 17:04:02 GMT -5
I remind my husband to swing easy. We both try to kill the ball, & are working on our aim/ swing, as opposed to power behind the swing. So I always call out (just did as he left for golf league) "Steady & straight!!" Just a tip for any other easily frustrated golfers; I'm SO much better focusing on slow & steady. Heh.
There's a local strip club called the 19th Hole. I want to tag BaliHai but then it kind of looks like I'm saying she works there. She doesn't. To the best of my knowledge.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Post by adhdfashion on May 28, 2015 20:55:34 GMT -5
My H hates golf so much. He is forced to play the company tournament every year. (Client relations shit) I always say: Have fun at your Tourney Dear! He flips me off and I laugh hysterically at his misery. Later, I text remind him to drink lots of water and reapply his sun block. Golf= equals drunk and sunburnt