Effing Bender. Sometimes the guy is such a p*ssy I can barely even stand it. Can’t believe he had to leave our first round early and that Whip-Me…errr…Whitney picked him up on the course. Tim’s wrong. Bender isn’t going to go without sex for another 13 months. He’s done. Conceiving his girls may very well be the last time he has sex. I kid him about this all the time at work, but his girls are four-months old. Assuming they wait until they are 18 before giving it up, there’s a really good chance that they will get laid before he does. (Hell, they can hold out until they’re 30 and they will have sex before he does. Poor bastard.)
On a much happier note, my game is looking good. I’ve been hitting the driving range something fierce. My swing coach has reconfigured my grip. It’s been a struggle to get it right, but I’m definitely getting it right. Can’t wait to get back out there and pummel the ball. Those a-holes won’t know what the hell hit ‘em!
