you are referring to my golf attire? Why you transplanted midwestern, hillbillly, gomer fuck.
How dare you insinuate that I, yes, I Eddie Haskell am not dressed appropriately for the golf course. if one plays the Joker video, one will witness a very late hillfuck from Dallas or some such other pick-up truck town, wearing a white tee shirt on the golf course. Yes, a white collarless tee fucking shirt. Ass mouth.
Eddie
why don't you tell the whole story. First of all the t-shirt was white and collarless but it also very appropriately stated, "I'm with Dumbass" which couldn't have been any more appropriate, and the ONLY reason I was wearing it is because we had to use my Polo to tie around your damn feet after those military issue soles of yours starting bothering your hammer toes and the guinea worms in your feet needed to be attended to so I used my shirt to wrap around your useless ass feet so you could almost finish the shot that almost finished the hole that you almost made the fucking ball into, which never happened either as all the "players" on our team were done and busy buying lighters so you could keep that forty year old "White Owl" lit. You live in Cincifuckingnatti you douche, how the hell can you make fun of where anyone lives when you actually live in that shithole by choice.
Besides that Tupac, if you would have listened to me and sold that shitty ass stock when it hit thirty like I said maybe you could afford to rent a pair of bowling shoes next year as that would be a huge improvement over those hideous fucking topsiders.
Bart,
No worries dude, I have been practicing pretty hard with this new 9 iron, hitting hundreds of rocks a day down at the tracks working on my stroke. As long as you can deal with the bent shaft and complete lack of any groove and all the dings from the rocks...............I can drop a rock between two of Jack's messed up hairs from 110 yards out all day.
Nole,
Love the work you have been doing on the follow through.
Besides, my foursome is set as the following, and I fucking mean this too whoever the ratfuck is that is setting this meaningless display of idiot teams up.
It goes as follows: Myself, Woodson, Mr. Poon, Lawtchan, and Eddie Haskell, too but he is playing in a couple of foursomes due to the huge number of personalities he has, which is required of course when you have the ego of fourteen men and the balls of RuPaul, not to mention a stretchy waistband that fucking land Manatee.
So I don't think you have to worry about being stuck with me, besides it doesn't help. Ask Gmroz, he cried like a girl trying to get off of my team two years running and sure enough there I was playing his ball out of the fairway while he looked for mine that I had hit backwards somehow.......just sayin.
Hope that helps,
FDC
