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If there's anything I hate while enjoying a nice day at the golf course, it's my dad fucking it up by trying to fight me or talk to me. Hey Dad, I'm trying to stick this bitch on the green and make par, I don't want to hear about you bangin Mom or your work or whatever you talk about while I pretend to listen. If it comes out that this dad was talking during Danny's backswing, put him the fuck away. Only assholes do that.
Having said that, this kid was kind of begging for a fight. Wearing a wife beater on the golf course? That just screams drinking Pabst and fist fighting.
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