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Methinks the complainers are short putters.
Posted by: bonmot | June 23, 2011 at 03:43 PM
That this happens is news?!? Sadly, it never happens at my club.
Posted by: Old Coot | June 23, 2011 at 03:51 PM
I'd have complained, too. If their wives were to find out they didn't complain, they'd never hear the end of it.
Posted by: Elon | June 23, 2011 at 04:34 PM
One girl threaded a frangipani through her nipple ring and said 'take this'. I was extremely uncomfortable.
Well, sure. Would you want your frangipani threaded through a nipple ring?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 23, 2011 at 04:36 PM
I don't know what "knackers", "frangipani", or an "esky" are but I'm willing to learn.
Posted by: Steve | June 23, 2011 at 04:37 PM
I am going to need an official Aussie-English translation for "groped on the knackers" however, though I can make a pretty good guess.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 23, 2011 at 04:37 PM
Knackers-testicles
frangipani-flower
esky-a cooler for beer. Or an eskimo.
You're welcome.
Posted by: nursecindy | June 23, 2011 at 06:36 PM
They must have been upset about the girls adding a few strokes to their game.
Posted by: Wingnut | June 23, 2011 at 07:53 PM
Nobody practiced with their putz?
Posted by: Ralph | June 23, 2011 at 08:56 PM
How did the girls find the testicles in typical golf pants? Those things blind the unwary.
Posted by: Steve | June 23, 2011 at 09:15 PM
Maybe they were wearin' kilts, Steve.
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 24, 2011 at 12:21 AM
I went to the wrong school, and the wrong golf course.
Posted by: wiredog | June 24, 2011 at 07:04 AM
In the wrong country, wire.
You know, golf is all about the balls.
Posted by: Loudmouth | June 24, 2011 at 08:22 AM
Wow. I'd almost be willing to take up golf just to play there! Pass the frangipani, please...
Posted by: Allen at Division | June 24, 2011 at 09:55 AM