To me, golf combines the excitement of walking with the thrill of gardening.
At least I can wear short skirts on the green and distract all the old guys from their game. By prancing through the coarse, I can single-handedly drop everyone’s game by 25%. Nothing like ruining something that has absolutely no value to bring a smile to my face.
Although I probably should’ve worn a top too when doing that. No wonder they stared.
It could’ve been disgust too. Who knows. I’m not holding a beauty pageant here.
I have no idea how to spell pageant. I figure WordPress will let me know if I spell something wrong. Hasn’t happened yet, as I’m perfect.