There Are No Leads

I had the same thing happen to me once with my golf clubs. Someone broke into my car, unlocked the trunk and replaced my Mizuno MP33 irons with an identical set — they even went as far as adding the dirt and grass from authentic Rustin Canyon divots to the faces of the clubs (the course I played last… I know, crazy, right?).

The only difference? The impostor set just won’t go straight. So now I have to go on living my life knowing that no matter how much I practice, I’ll never be able to hit the ball straight… because someone stole my straight clubs and replaced them with the exact same set that slices balls into lakes every god damn time.

On that note, I have a good idea that the whited out word in the first line is “retarded”.

Horses Don’t Like To Exercise Either

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