The wine is called “Handicap”. Which insane person came up with that idea?

Addiction is near: Anke macht ihre ersten Golfversuche. Und da wars, das Gefühl einen Ball gut getroffen zu haben.

Apparently, on both sides of the Atlantic there seems to be the same need for a different escort service: goodlooking young chicks to caddy for you on your next game of golf. Be it Eye Candy Caddies or Caddychicks, they both offer equivalent services. So if you cannot impress your golf buddies with your game, impress them with your model caddy.

Seems to me like an offer for old who only play golf and don’t have sex anymore. But apparently, the ladies are also well book on company golf events and alike. And they also get some basic training, so they don’t mistake woods and balls (ok, cheap one, but I had to do it).

This will keep you occupied until the Masters begin (via the Head Nut)! Also available as screensaver.

Somebody needs to readjust those red poles!

(GC Pankow today, where I played the first round of the year with my wife)

Link: www.youtube.com

In the version of Robin Williams, hilarious!

On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is. “Top of the mornin’ to yer, sir,” says the attendant. Tiger nods a quick “hello” and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground. “What are those?,” asks the attendant. “They’re called tees,” replies Tiger. “Well, what on the God’s earth are dey for?” inquires the Irishman. “They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving,” says Tiger. “Fookin’ Jaysus,” says the Irishman, “BMW thinks of everything!”

(via cybergolf)