This morning I waded across a raging river, escaped from a bear in the woods, marched up and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand.
My friend said, you must be some outdoors man!
No, I replied, I'm just a shitty golfer.
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I'm sure that's how i would play, if I could play.
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