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Went golfing with a buddy a few years ago, fucker couldn't hit a fairway if his life depended on it, now we're at this hole with a dog-leg left, I'm almost in the bush to the far right so there's no way he should come near me, suddenly there's a ball coming at me, I managed to get almost all of my body behind part of my golf bag and pull cart, the one part, my left ankle, took one for the team, luckily it never hit the bone, but left one hell of a bruise on the meat. It was the only ball he actually got hold of all day and of course I'm the only thing he hit, fairways weren't his friend.
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