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...you need a chopper to tee-off on a par 3.

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Seriously? I mean, heck!

You know you have too much money when...







... your golf cart requires a tail prop.

You know what bugs me about this?

It's not that they're rich - your surplus cash does not negatively affect me unless you robbed me, directly, to get it.

It's not that they're spending their money on a novelty - if I could afford a lift on a helicopter into the middle of nowhere and back, you better believe I would do it.

It's that they're flying into the middle of nowhere... to play fucking golf. Seriously? They couldn't come up with something better to do?

Golf is the cheese pizza of outdoor activities - it's the least creative and least threatening possibliity.


Now, if they'd flown out there to get shit-faced and play pirate-themed mini-golf with strippers... I'd be impressed.


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I could get behind that sentiment.
I want to take a ride in a heli something fierce. I want that ride to take me to the top of a big, gnarly, snowy mountain and say "See you at the bottom."
Then leave me with my snowboard and fly away.

Not whack a little white ball, just to see where it hits the ground.

double bubble

I like golf. I smoke cigars. I know - reeks of rebellion.

I, too, like golf and helicopters. I have done both, albeit not at the same time. Both have involved mucho pain. Golf has on several lucky occasions involved naked chicks (stripper tournaments are a lot of fun) but the one heli trip I took involved a very badly damaged femur (mine). I don't remember what the original post here was about, I just want to reminisce about stripper golf tournaments

Golf (behind cemeteries) is the second biggest waste of real estate on the planet. Every time I pass our local (public or private) course I yearn to have a CR500 to destroy it with. While I echo smash's sentiment and hold no ones wealth against them, seriously, that's the best you can come up with? My heli experiance is limited to pre-teen rides in a local guys MASH type Bell (no doors, plexi-bubble, cool AS Hell) but my golf experience says the dirt has a better use.

Having worked at a gated country club as a greens keeper I would like nothing better than to shoot that helicopter out of the sky.

The only thing that made that job bearable was that 90% of the time I didn't have to deal with golfers since we were out and mostly done before they were even up. The times I did have to dodge them and appease their gated community fantasies were utter hell. I quit soon after two different incidents where drunk co. club members tried to fight me because apparently my presence, well beyond the bounds of play, was detracting from their round of golf.
I hate golf culture with a passion. Country clubs aren't anything more than trailer parks for people with more money than brains.

Pardon my ranting while buzzed.

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I've seen that, and it gave me a hard on.
Great flick.

Bo_9 wrote:Golf (behind cemeteries) is the second biggest waste of real estate on the planet. Every time I pass our local (public or private) course I yearn to have a CR500 to destroy it with.

Allow me to agree entirely.
Ever since the big ear radio-telescope (that received the famous WOW signal) was torn down to make room for a golf-course expansion, I hate golf with no lack of virulence.

Bigshankhank wrote:I, too, like golf and helicopters. I have done both, albeit not at the same time. Both have involved mucho pain. Golf has on several lucky occasions involved naked chicks (stripper tournaments are a lot of fun) but the one heli trip I took involved a very badly damaged femur (mine). I don't remember what the original post here was about, I just want to reminisce about stripper golf tournaments

Please, go on.