Now he won't show me his swing in his pants anymore. (Here we go again - when wearing his pants, he now won't show me his swing).
Tracky bottoms. TRACKY BOTTOMS!
Mr Golf Tracky Bottoms is just..............pants!
He's gone all sensitive and stuff. If I'd have wanted a 'new man' (remember them? No I don't either because they DIDN'T BLOODY EXIST) I'd have......................not started that sentence.
I want my Mr Alpha Male Golf Pants Man back! I did buy you some Midget Gems today....... and you can have little Rock Godling in your bed instead of me........ and ..... um - no you're right - I am in big trouble. Guilty as.
I hereby promise to only refer to you as a demi-god. Adonis-like. Full god. Golf God. Quiche hater. And to never mention your tank-top again. (BTW did I say it is pink?) Ooops - from NOW on anyway.
Whether in pants, plus-fours, a pinny or transparent PVC leiderhosen you will always be my God of the Real Man.
Swing that club baby.
Does anyone know where you can get transparent PVC leiderhosen?
