Try just one . I highly recommend the red plastic cup. Please call it a “good grief”. It was named by a waitress at my country club in 1983. Her name was April. Thanks for the fun.
Hahaha! I love it! Great story. :)
Stone truth!! Actually “Stoned” Truth. I remember well, I think. (Shot 87). Golf is a genetic game, I always shot 87. If I got a little head of the projected 87 on the front— Genetics would adjust to my genetic programmed golf score on the back 9. ——87!! I do not embellish. After a life time of ‘ground hog” days, I retired in ignominious and worthless defeat from this futile enterprise but love to watch the genetically gifted make $millions. Actually, very futile for 99.99%.