Mrs. Bogey approached me about our derby plans on Monday night. After explaining that the normal crowd was coming over, plus a few stragglers from the golf tournament we’re playing in Saturday morning, she deduced low country boil was the best option. When asking me if I had any ideas, she immediately followed with “You’ll be half in the bag before the damn water boils. I’ll figure out the party stuff, just make a beer run on your way home.” Game. Set. Match.
Doves on a grill stuffed with cream cheese, jalapeño and pepper jack, wrapped in bacon will coax even the most dedicated vegan back to the dark side. I’ve seen it.
I’m late to the party but right fucking on man. The fact your first experience in the field and got a double with your grandpa made my eyes sweat. I’m glad I’m not the only one out there. The deals we close in the field may be less important than the ones in the office, but the memories outweigh the office deals 10,000:1. Keep on keepin on.
We have a golf agent we go through. I usually hop a puddle jumper to CLT, then on my way. We played 6 rounds of primo courses, flight, and villa for 4 nights last June. $800 a man.
Disappointed that the cheap flights, great courses, and endless “entertainment” venues to Myrtle didn’t get more of a look. It’s the be all, end all of golf trips. But it ain’t my trip.
My first thought was “Damn I bet Aspen in the 80’s was a hit”. Second thought, “What would Timothee have been up to during that time? Ohhh man, try not to think of that”
I keep a Thermacell in the truck to take out to patio bars and friends places specifically. I ain’t getting eaten up while listening to yacht rock and keeping the Yuengling family up.
I eat between 1:30 and 2, for the simple reason that once I get back I have approximately 2 hours before I can head on to my evening 9 hole round or range session. Idk how these psychopaths eat after only being here for 3 hours. FFS, its called breakfast Carol, you should try it sometime.
We actually did my buddies bachelor party in Asheville. Very chill location, but my biggest problem with the town is they try too damn hard to be different at EVERYTHING. Want an IPA? Cool, here’s 52 different ones and now I’ll give you a description of why it’s different and better.
Clearing ATV trails tonight at the farm for the annual turkey hunt and Caveman Games in two weeks. A giant brush fire will probably come out of that, so I’ve got that. Then heading to the local short track tomorrow to try out my new side gig…track announcer. Sunday will be Easter buffet with the family, and probably skeet shooting post meal. Welcome to the uptown white trash weekend.
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Mrs. Bogey approached me about our derby plans on Monday night. After explaining that the normal crowd was coming over, plus a few stragglers from the golf tournament we’re playing in Saturday morning, she deduced low country boil was the best option. When asking me if I had any ideas, she immediately followed with “You’ll be half in the bag before the damn water boils. I’ll figure out the party stuff, just make a beer run on your way home.” Game. Set. Match.
KFC’s biscuits are not even biscuits. Just pucks of gluten falsely identified as biscuits.
The official order of dank biscuits from chains is:
1. Bojangles
2. Hardee’s
3. Cracker Barrel
I’m smelling a PGP Hunters meetup next winter.
Doves on a grill stuffed with cream cheese, jalapeño and pepper jack, wrapped in bacon will coax even the most dedicated vegan back to the dark side. I’ve seen it.
I’m late to the party but right fucking on man. The fact your first experience in the field and got a double with your grandpa made my eyes sweat. I’m glad I’m not the only one out there. The deals we close in the field may be less important than the ones in the office, but the memories outweigh the office deals 10,000:1. Keep on keepin on.
Big Poppa-BIG
We have a golf agent we go through. I usually hop a puddle jumper to CLT, then on my way. We played 6 rounds of primo courses, flight, and villa for 4 nights last June. $800 a man.
Disappointed that the cheap flights, great courses, and endless “entertainment” venues to Myrtle didn’t get more of a look. It’s the be all, end all of golf trips. But it ain’t my trip.
My first thought was “Damn I bet Aspen in the 80’s was a hit”. Second thought, “What would Timothee have been up to during that time? Ohhh man, try not to think of that”
Meanwhile in the mountains, I’m sitting on my porch listening to DMB and sipping Rare Breed listening to the rain pelt my roof.
I keep a Thermacell in the truck to take out to patio bars and friends places specifically. I ain’t getting eaten up while listening to yacht rock and keeping the Yuengling family up.
I eat between 1:30 and 2, for the simple reason that once I get back I have approximately 2 hours before I can head on to my evening 9 hole round or range session. Idk how these psychopaths eat after only being here for 3 hours. FFS, its called breakfast Carol, you should try it sometime.
Big fan of cougars. The world needs more of them.
There must be something about the name Heather. Highly unlikely, but he could’ve encountered one of the two I’ve met that fit that EXACT description.
We actually did my buddies bachelor party in Asheville. Very chill location, but my biggest problem with the town is they try too damn hard to be different at EVERYTHING. Want an IPA? Cool, here’s 52 different ones and now I’ll give you a description of why it’s different and better.
Clearing ATV trails tonight at the farm for the annual turkey hunt and Caveman Games in two weeks. A giant brush fire will probably come out of that, so I’ve got that. Then heading to the local short track tomorrow to try out my new side gig…track announcer. Sunday will be Easter buffet with the family, and probably skeet shooting post meal. Welcome to the uptown white trash weekend.
Izod outlet FTW.
About 5 of us are bourbon trailing to the STL series in June. Hooters in Newport will be the rallying point. Be there.
You’ve obviously never seen a Sheetz or WaWa, have you?