i guess i'm stuck in here for good so might as well attempt a thread...

driver: callaway ft-5 with diamana whiteboard shaft

woods: shitty callaway diablo hybrid (i need a 3 wood the hybrid club has too much loft for par 5's)

irons: titleist cb 710

wedges: titleist vokey oil can 56 and 60 degree ( can stick the ball 4in from the pin from 60 yards out)

putter: piece of shit old titleist i want to get http://www.seemore.com/products/product ... -gunmetal/ with fat wynn grip but i ran out of echecks...

will post pic of bag tomorrow clubs are in trunk and don't i don't feel like going outside to get them... i have a tabasco bag that is hof

http://countrystore.tabasco.com/prodinf ... mber=04215

We have the same putter Yeb

DO YOU LIVE IN A METH LAB?

you should know mom...

That's just Scranton.

I have a weird golf story. And this happened recently too.
Here goes:

I went to pick up my buddy Dave two weeks ago, for a Saturday golf match. I arrive at his house and walk up the front steps and push the doorbell button. Dave's blonde girlfriend Stephanie answers the door, "Hi Steve! --Come on in."
I walk in and notice that Dave's clubs are not by the front door like usual, so I ask: "Is dave ready?"
"Ready?" She looks at me, "Didn't he call you, and tell you he was going with Brad?"
"No, as a matter of fact, he didn't call. And it took me twenty minutes to drive over here. What the hell. . . ." I reply.
"Yeah, they left a half-hour ago." She says with a slight ruffle of her hair. "Well, that's ok. Sit down, and I'll go fetch you a glass of tea, you look thirsty; I just made some this morning." She says as she darts out of the living room.
"Thanks, but . . . It's gettin' to be tee-time and I should be hitting the road, Steph'."
"Don't be silly, you just got here" Stephanie responds, and then leaves the room. I hear the cupboard open and the sound of a glass being placed on the counter, and then the refrigerator door opening. A few minutes later she returns with a sweaty glass of ice tea, which actually looks pretty good to me.

I thank her as I take the ice tea.
After a few sips and some small talk, the bombshell comes.
"You know Steve, I have a little tradition that I do every time Dave plays golf."
Yeah, what's that?"
She looks at me like the cat who ate the canary. "I kiss his golf balls for Good Luck."
I feel a lump well-up in my throat.
"If you want, I could kiss your balls for Good Luck, also."

"I'm not sure Dave would go for that Stephanie, I mean . . . you're sexy and all . . . but I just don't know about that."
"You worry too much Steve, he let me kiss Brad's last year. He think's it helps his game."

Tell Me, What Would You Guys Do In That Situation?

if you don't watch that video you are missing out...