re: The golf course can tell you a lot about a man’s character

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I quit going to play golf.. Guys would just turn into buttholes.. The last time I went this stranger started to tell off my brother off and I stepped up and got in the guy's face and he backed down and took off like a scared rabbit... People go there to relax but you run into buttholes... This was at Audubon which has the biggest pusses on earth...

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I played a golf course in Jersey. A buddy from work was with me. He came from Philly. We had slow players in front of us. Twice the group behind us hit into us while we were waiting on the group in front of us. Once the second ball from a player was hit into us for the second time, my coworker picked up both balls, he and I drove the cart back to the tee box. As he walked up to the last player that hit into us, he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, underwear and all, rubbed his junk all over the balls and tossed them onto the tee box and pointed to the guy and said, "next time you hit into us, it'll be your fricking face I drag my nuts across. Don't frick with me."

They were like, "frick you, blah, blah, blah." But they were all hot air and as soon as we left to go back to our balls, they got in their carts, drove past us, past the group in front of us and the next several groups in front of them. Then we lost sight of them. Probably went to the clubhouse and complained and the club pro probably told them, "Serves you right. Don't hit into groups ahead of you."

We never saw them on the course, again, but the sight of my coworker, his name was Mick, grabbing his junk at those guys and rubbing his junk on those balls was priceless!