Last Sunday I was hitting whiffle balls with my family and my bro looked at me rather shocked. I asked him what was up and he told me that we should go golfing. I have never been golfing, just to the driving range and explained that to him. He said that if I could hit a whiffle ball like that, we should definitley go.
Neat story, sure, but what it boils down to is this: He told me that if I was as good on the course as I was at hitting whiffle balls, the man folk would come to my door rapidly, frequently, and continually. So men if you are out there, don't make my brother a liar...I'm home.