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Young One loves golf. He always has. And he's got quite a swing (putt? Um, insert golf lingo here).
I wholeheartedly support him, but while he and his friend were taking some lessons, I had to laugh. Laugh, that is, at all the men, in ugly pants, walking (or riding in carts) throughout the course.
A friend of mine is trying to get me to take a class. Oy. I'm not sure I could do it without laughing. Will I have to wear golf attire? Dress like Dinah Shore? Will a pink visor be required? Must I purchase clubs with little pom pom covers? This could be fun. Or humiliating.
Stay tuned.
This is for Young One or D, I want blackmail, I mean PICTURES of her in the attire and the pompom's!!!
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