Thread: Paybacks a M@th3r F*(k3r

I remember in high school I was on the golf team just to get out of class.
We would go to different courses for tournaments. This one we went to was in a snobby ass part of town. My friends and I were pretty much eyesores cause we didn't spend big money on outfits, shoes and clubs. I mean our coach was the football coach and just needed some guys to make a team so he could get paid to golf. Of course several of us could have bought all of the best stuff, but we didn't see the need for it. Anyhow at this tournament my friend Vance and I were paired up against these 2 very snobby rich kids decked out in Nike Golf everything. I had on some jean shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers Vance the same although both of us could have had the same outfits these guys had. Vances father owned 2 cattle ranches, a restaurant and an antique shopping plaza. My step-father owned an apliance rental chain, a loan agency and a bail bonding firm. These guys assumed that by the way we dressed we should have been caddies for their daddies. At tee off we could see in their eyes that expectant to fail look, what they were in for was a lesson. Vance and I weren't great but we held mid 90's most of the time. These two dicks kept bragging about how much they had played this course cause their families ranked high enough to be members. This one gay looking dude kept refering to us as low income peasants for real. Vance and I are both quiet and seem like easy targets to pick on so they pestered us until I blew a fuse. While lining up a shot I noticed Mr. Assholewas in my path, not really thinking I raised my iron, swung and watched the white dimpled sphere soar paralell to the ground toward the center of his shoulder blades. He threw his arms back and fell to the dirt as though he'd been shot. I casually picked up my bag, walked down and asked if he was alright. He cryed out how badly it stung as he lifted his shirt revealing a perfect imprint of my ball, cherry red and swollen on his back. In my mind I thought "Thats what peasant would look like if it manifested itself upon my skin so now we're even." Intead I told him that stroke didn't count since he was in my way and that I was sorry. He got the real message though. Our combined score barely beat them but they add up the whole teams and our school lost to them, but I know I won my battle with Fag Snob Boy.