Big Dick McGee
If you don't know, now ya know
"Gambling is illegal at Bushwood, sir, and I NEVER slice."
*SLICE*
"That's ok, you can owe me!"
"I owe you nothing!"
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"I wancha to keel ev'ry laast go'fer here!"
"Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they'll lock me up and throw away the key!"
"Not GOLFERS, GOPHERS! The litle brown rodents!"
"Oh. We can do that. We don't even need a reason!"
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So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
*SLICE*
"That's ok, you can owe me!"
"I owe you nothing!"
____________________
"I wancha to keel ev'ry laast go'fer here!"
"Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they'll lock me up and throw away the key!"
"Not GOLFERS, GOPHERS! The litle brown rodents!"
"Oh. We can do that. We don't even need a reason!"
___________
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.