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vinum coupe said:
I must really be struggling with motivation, played golf again today :)

Going to have the next month off. I'll just hit range balls a couple of times a week. Cant keep taking 5 hours off work !
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I've said it once and i'll say it again, you sir are a PRICK!!!!! :D.
 
:D I know what you mean.

But this isn't going to end well.
I've ordered new clothes from Sub70.

I can't stop googling new clubs. And I'm going to have to get that $1700 membership that's staring me in the face.


BTW, ever seen 'almost golf balls' ?
I'm about to order some. They have huge wraps on them.

They're a practice ball. Play like a normal ball in trajectory with 70% distance on wedges etc..
But wont break anything. I'm about to get some.

And I cant stop reading golf forums and analysing my swing. Life is over :p
 
vinum coupe said:
:D I know what you mean.

But this isn't going to end well.
I've ordered new clothes from Sub70.

I can't stop googling new clubs. And I'm going to have to get that $1700 membership that's staring me in the face.


BTW, ever seen 'almost golf balls' ?
I'm about to order some. They have huge wraps on them.

They're a practice ball. Play like a normal ball in trajectory with 70% distance on wedges etc..
But wont break anything. I'm about to get some.

And I cant stop reading golf forums and analysing my swing. Life is over :p
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Never heard of " almost golf balls", i'd be happy with golf balls that always go straight :D

I purchased new clubs about 18 months ago and still haven't worked out all the distances for each of them yet. With the courses i play and my length of tee which is reasonable, i've used my 3&4 hybrid probably 4 times at the most in 18 mnths, new clubs generally set your game back for a while.

What is your handicap ? I play in a couple of social clubs and i have 18 in one and 22 in the other. Playing Trentham Sunday, looking forward to it, it's a nice course.
 
My handicap is my swing :D

I dont have a handicap. I'll get a membership and then get one.
But if I was playing well I reckon I might get to 22 or so.

My mate who is off 8 doesn't agree, he reckons I should be shooting mid 80's.

We'll see. I Didn't play at all last year and probably played 5 games over the previous 2 years. So it will take a while.
 

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Nice. Apparently "Nice." is too short and must be at least 6 characters so I hope this post is now sufficiently long so that BigFooty will allow me to successfully post it.
 
So I am staying at the National Hotel in Fremantle. It is 1am. I have had a couple of drinks. The evening has turned fairly lacklustre. Then out of nowhere, a homeless guy from Armadale whacks the jukebox Fonz style and Sin City appears. All of a sudden, I had an epiphany. *TEX SHOULD CHECK OUT THE BON SCOTT GRAVE.....*
I think this is a great idea. So I head out on a quest to track down this elusive monument.
I leave the hotel, tip the homeless John Butler and get a cab. And when I say cab I mean white van. My taxi driver's name is Boris. Quite a large fellow, but he has the most splendid Fu Manchu 'stache. He said in his deep voice, 'Where can I take you, mate? I asked him to take me to my destination. He looks at me quizzacly. 'At this time? Mate, you are ****ed.' However, we leave the hotel and I hop in theback of a taxi van. Boris decides to screw with me. He tells me that I will experience something that only a few have experienced. 'After 2am on this date, there is a zombie uprising and they commence in a body building competition to see which body is the least witheriest*.
I, being slightly intoxicated, believed Boris and thought this night could not get any better.
I exited the taxi and approached the cemetary. It is about 1:20. It is dark. Ominous. I can barely see. My Nokia 3310 is my only source of light. There are no signs or pictures that show where this is located. I am searching through the graves for one Bon Scott. Patrick Higginbotham. Clancy Jefferson. Todd. Ruth Heong. NO BON SCOTT!!
*1.5 HOURS LATER*
I have searched through the entire site. I cannot find anything that would resemble a Bon Scott grave. No topless photos. No panties. No cocaine. For the first time in my 20 year old existence I had felt like a necromancer. Playing Warcraft 3 Reign of Chaos does not count. I felt creepy. The creepiest dude since Richard Nixon, ME, felt creepy. I had been wandering around a cemetery for an hour and a half now with no success. BTW NO ZOMBIE BODY BUILDING SESH. IMEANLIKEWTFBORIS?
I give up. I am tired. Wrecked. Buggered. I leave the cemetery. Walk around the corner. There is a gate in front of me. It has Bon Scott on it. *totes facepalm*
I bust down the door 1980s crimefighting movie style with my trunk-like legs and oversized cowboy boots and I entered with a new found enthusiasm (and some appreciation for those 1980s crimefighting actors because that really hurt). I looked around with my glamorous 3310 and what do I see? MOAR GRAVES!!!! I was shattered. I did not want to look at any more graves. So i looked at the first one.
Aristotle Fairbanks. 13-7-1943 to 5-10-1978. NOT BON SCOTT!!!. I had had enough and decide to actually come back the next day. NOT TO BE. There is another guy at the cemetery. At first I was all,'WTF what kind of creep walks around a cemetery at 2:30 at night?' Then I ask him, 'MAAAATE WHERES THE BON SCOTT THING?' Then, all of a sudden, he dons a halo. He puts on a white robe znd an angelic glow bestows him. He then, unexpectedly, rises in the air, with his arms extending out reaching for the sky (or a burger I don't know), and says in a harmonic tone, 'Hello Tex. I have been expecting you. My name is Abigail. For years I have expecting to join me in this quest. FIND THE BON SCOTT GRAVE \o/ @ NIGHT. Firstly, we must begin your boganification*...
While this was happening, I noticed his celestial glow had been beaming on the grave the whole time. So I left the behemoth and headed over to the grave. And I read it. And I left. The end.
Is there a moral to this story? Who knows. One thing is for certain though. Next time you are at a 7 11 and you cannot fathom which slurpee to get, think to yourself, 'WOULD YOU HOP IN BORIS'BACKDOOR?'
 

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I would have posted it randomly all over the main board, but considering I'm not far off a permaban (again), I'll go out with a better bang than that.
 

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