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Laughing Grass

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Actually - I'm glad you women took that away from us.

That is very reminiscent of the end Blues, Greens and Greys' in the old Maple Leaf Gardens. All of the guy cans in those seating areas were those large troughs. Those bathrooms were rank as fuck by the time the final buzzer went ... so thank you ladies.
Gross! I used to spend a lot of time in that neighborhood. Church and Wellesley is hopping on the weekend. Never been in the old maple leaf gardens.

Personally I think that's a spot to put your feet, but the meme made me laugh.
 

shnkrmn

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I was in a super swanky restaurant in Beijing once, near the Forbidden city, crawling with blue suited party bosses. The men's room had a huge ornate trough filled with dry ice and lit from beneath. And a towel jockey. Like a cut scene from a really bad pc game.
 

StareCase

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... Sometimes it smells like a mix of piss, cornflakes and weed here. Depends how the winds blow ...
I guess we'll avoid the West End then - we appreciate the heads up.

It smelling like wood smoke here. A few of the locals have starting burning all the scraps and smaller pieces of shoulder wood in their stoves to take the chill out of the air. A great late evening smell to accompany my cones.

OK ... so I guess it smells like weed here too.
 

FirstCavApache64

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Please don't be "that guy":

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When I was a kid we'd play 36 or 54 holes a day at my Dad's country club. One day we were waiting for a threesome to finish up and my buddy said just hit it, what are the odds you'll get close to them? I made my drive and it was a great shot, I yelled fore about a second before my ball drilled one of the senior club members between the shoulder blades as he raked the sand trap. We did what most 13 year old kids would do, we ran like hell to the starter and made him promise he wouldn't sell us out. Turns out one of them knew my Dad and we got in trouble anyway.
 

TCH

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When I was a kid we'd play 36 or 54 holes a day at my Dad's country club. One day we were waiting for a threesome to finish up and my buddy said just hit it, what are the odds you'll get close to them? I made my drive and it was a great shot, I yelled fore about a second before my ball drilled one of the senior club members between the shoulder blades as he raked the sand trap. We did what most 13 year old kids would do, we ran like hell to the starter and made him promise he wouldn't sell us out. Turns out one of them knew my Dad and we got in trouble anyway.
 

shnkrmn

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Once, when I was a new member, I was playing single behind 4 ladies. Par 5 and I'm in wedge distance feeling really good, really focused, taking little practice swings next to the ball. Anyway, I forgot I was waiting and stepped to the ball and hit a beauty right into them. I knew at impact I had really screwed up and hollered fore for all my worth. Did not hit anyone but oh, how I groveled, lol.
 

DarkWeb

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One of my best friends dragged me to play golf a long time back. He called me up at like 9pm the night before and said I should go play. I had no idea it was gonna be early the next morning lol The deal was he was gonna pay for everything........well shots at 8am isn't a good idea lol So we got pretty f'd up and I kept yelling out fore every stroke. He turned back and yelled you're not gonna even come close, don't yell it out every time. The ball took him out! I hit him right in the ass ckeek :lol: bam dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Totally didn't mean to and felt really bad. But we still talk about it lol my wife said how the hell did I get grass stains on my clothes......my response was.....golf is a full contact sport babe you should see G's ass :P
 
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