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Big-E lookin' all buff. |
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Rollo, Goose and Tunes bein' e-z go. |
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This group looks like the INS stopped a van
loaded with crop pickers. |
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Guaranteed one putt...and Rollo missed. |
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Gentlemen, check your package. |
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Jimmy, Steve-O, Dirk and unidentified. Let’s
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The can is cold isn’t it Molissa? |
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Nick and Hoto. Dueling putters. I think
Hoto’s is a little longer... |
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Ed launches one...probably his 9 iron. |
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Mike O and the famous Frankie Ford,
comedian extraordinaire. |
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Whitey, got enough beer to last? Gary McG fitting the new “Green Jacket” on the winner. |
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Andy Smith putting on his green jacket being
assisted by Bitch Brother #2, Mike Welch. |
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Andy ALSO won a new driver. Given to him by Tunes with Zim peekin.’ |
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Big Jeff doing his “Wild and Crazy Guy” dance. |
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Geraldine DeBedsore obviously took
the front nine from Rollo. |
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See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil, Don’t
touch my package! |
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Tunes and Cox with Labatte’s beer sign.
Canadian, eh? |
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Rollo and Leo say, “Hey, where did that one go?” |
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Why is Herron in purple? |
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Beer signs are the award for all seasons. |
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Is this the first tee? |
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Jaime Walsh and his famous
Hiwaiian Flowerdy Shirt. |
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Grand Marshall Rob sez: After a few of these, nobody cares what I look like. |
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Goose was so excited he humped Zim. |
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Frankie sez, “Shirts? We don’t
need no stinkin’ shirts. |
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Helleeuuw! Practicing the queen’s wave. |
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Dorsey, check your package. Gary, laugh at it.
Mike O, leave quickly. |
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Now, that’s funny! |
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McFarland! It’s the other way! |
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I broke my freakin’ leg for THIS?! |
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Molissa sez: It’s this way! |
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Zim sez: “C’mon, who wants this shit?” |
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Hoto and Nick with the Buckettes. Rock on, dudes! |
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The crop pickers call it a day. It’s Miller Time! |
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One studly group in wife beaters.
How ‘bout them shorts! |
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Zim sez: “Take me away, please!” |
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Which one’s the dummy, again?
Also, where is Frankie’s left hand... |
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Glienke in the sack... |
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One amazingly handsome group... |
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Beer girl having some fun. |
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Bitch Brother Turpin backin’ up the
Buckmeister O’Neill who is asking,
“You got a problem with this?” |
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Wheels sharing the sleeping bag...say, wasn’t that the girl that was sackin’ with Glienke? |
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The Buckmasters and Grand Marshall
Lynn Jones getting ready to certify the
tournament is over and approved. |
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Turp and Cox looking...older? |
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E. and the “Shitty Putter” Award. |
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Cox is waiting on his prize. |
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THE Angry old man. |
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Frankie keeps the yuks rollin’. |
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Colonel Ainsworth and the cool-ass trophy hat. |
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Deb, Kathy, Zim, Tunes and O’Neill at the festivities. |
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