Behold the Golfer
Behold the golfer — the middle-aged white man desperately clinging to his pastel pink polo, size medium. His wife forced him to exercise to lose some weight, so he chose golf.
Every week, he’s out on the green, dressed in an outfit with the color palette of a donut. When his swing goes wrong — which is every single time — he blames the wind, the sun, the grass, his wife… everything but himself.
He constantly talks about his handicap, his clubs, his holes — as if anyone, anywhere, cares. He’s an accountant, but when it’s time to count his strokes, he suddenly forgets how to count.
Ah yes, the golfer — because the ball is the only thing he’s hitting.
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