And I make my way over to Tibet...and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote.

The only good varmit poon-tang, is dead varmit poon-tang.

My uncle says you've got a screw loose.

Your uncle molests collies

^^^I've never seen this female on here yet, might I say:

"This thread is worthless without pics!"

hey now

OMG!!!

jk that isn't me, its a pic my roommate's ex gf sent to me of herself...

That was random...not unappreciated...but random

i was borrrrrrrrrrrrrrn to love you
i was borrrrrrrrrrrrrrn to lick your face
i was borrrrrrrrrrrrrrn to rub you
but you were born to rub me first.


let's go into the.. uh.. patio.

Double turds!

I want a hamburger. No, cheeseburger. I want a hot dog. I want a milkshake. I want potato chips
You will get nothing and like it!

You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself.

Don't sell yourself short, Judge. You're a tremendous slouch

He was night putting..... just putting at night... with the fifteen-year-old daughter of the Dean

You're a lot of woman, you know that? Yeah, wanna make 14 dollars the hard way

Gambling is illegal at Bushwood sir.... and I NEVER slice!

Bushwood...a DUMP??

I think this place is restricted, Wang, so don't tell them you're Jewish, OK, fine.

you beast, you savage.... c'mon bark like a dog for me!

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Thank you very little

Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they're gonna lock me up and throw away the key.

He was a brown nose Lou, you hated him.

Spalding, get your foot off the boat!

Hey Whitey, where's your hat?

Colored boy? I'll shine you...