GOLF IS SEXY, DANGEROUS
06.26.07
A pair of stories today have really helped golf slightly less lame. Up first: lap dances on the course! (link includes video)
Stroudsburg [Pennsylvainia] Area Regional Police are investigating complaints of a private golf outing featuring lap dance stations, threesomes and naked women at the Cherry Valley Golf Course on Monday. Neighbors called police after Dave Gold, 20, and a 17-year-old female were denied access to the road shared by the golf course and the home of Gold's friend, Will Croasdale, 19.
Gold said an employee of the course told him a private golf tournament was taking place, and the road was closed. When Gold argued, he said he was first told by the employee "I'll kick your ass," followed by "I'll break your neck." Gold and Croasdale shot videotape and still photos of the activities on the course from Cherry Valley Road, which showed partially clothed females performing lap dances for golfers and sex acts on each other.
Oh sure, it sounds like he's pretty lame for a 20-year-old dating a high school student, but I won't speak ill of him. Let he who has not videotaped chicks having sex so he can get evidence for a police complaint cast the first stone. As if that's not enough: an 11-foot, one-eyed alligator (prepare your Happy Gilmore jokes) attacked a man at a Florida course. He escaped without serious injury, which makes it easier to make light of with a clean conscience.
I'm still not sold on golf, though. Not until every course is littered with alligators and strippers. Can you imagine the adrenaline rush of fearing a gator attack while getting a lap dance? I bet if you save a stripper from an alligator you could sleep with her. Or you could go the usual route and give her cocaine. But heroism is cheaper.
Thanks goes to The Big Lead

Sweet baby Jeebus, she's bendy.
everyone knows strippers love coke, and golf balls are cheap. you can get a dozen for $10.
take the drop ball and the stroke and keep your hand, don't mess with gators.
Prostitution is illegal at Bushwood sir, and I never slice.
Unfortunately, the real strippers in question don't approach the quality of 289's picture. But what do you expect in the Pocono's?
"The pond at the sixth hole has a “Beware of Alligator” sign posted because the staff is aware that a large alligator likes to hang out there."
You really don't get much lazier than not bothering to deal with the alligator that's roaming freely at your place of business.
"Should we do something about the wild carnivore that's bothering the customers?"
"Let's grab a smoke first."
It's all in the hips. It's all in the…
Man, some OB/GYN is going to have their work cut out for them treating that STD. Apparently chlamydia is far worse than generally known.
Isn't that a Magritte painting?
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Ce n'est pas un peinture Magritte.
Andrew beat me to it.
Both of these posts have one thing in common: "It's all in the hips."
I wonder when this type of tournament is going to be hosted by the PGA? Now we know how Tiger met his wife, and why his dad was such a big fan…..
seriously… the alligator only had one eye! Chubbs wasn't lying!
You're pretty sick Chubbs
'Least he still has both of his hands.
Bonus points to Raskolnikov for picking the painting that first hooked me on Magritte when I went to the Art Institute of Chicago. One of my favorite paintings there, besides Picasso's "The Guitarist" and Blume's "The Rock."
/pushes glasses up bridge of nose
As long as we're quoting Caddyshack, might as well go with: "Let's see, gimme six of those, gimme two of those …. I want a box of those naked lady tees … "
anybody know where John Daly placed in this tourny?
The hairy guy in the sleeveless t-shirt (nice dress code there) actually sounds like Bill Murray, but shouldn't he be shouting "Fore" or "Get off the course y' freaks!". The guy getting the lap dance better be paying her in change because it kinda looks like she's got some spare balls in her bag.
Gives a whole new meaning to the term "Ball cleaner".
This is about as bad as that lame ass Ohio State football manager that ratted out the booster for getting him drunk and buying him endless dances at away games.
La Boheme. It's an opera.
that girls ass is so big you can see it from the front…
Two thoughts, as a florida native:
1) Is that what passes for strippers up north? Laughable.
2) EVERY golf course that has water has got some alligators in it. It is no unique state of affairs. Half of the fun is throwing golf balls at them to get them riled up
With that said, thats some truly excellent photoshop work.
"They had stations around the course, with lawn chairs and blankets laid out," Croasdale said.
NIIIIIIIICCCCEEEEE………
You know, I'm as big a fan of Wally Gator as anyone, but I can't for the life of me remember this episode of "Laff-A-Lympics"…
I've already taken 289's advice and patented "strip tees."
Ive played in golf scrambles sponsored by strip clubs before. The girls walk around in thong bikinis and flirt with the golfers. I never got anything from them besides blue balls and that fruity stripper smell on one of my best polos. (I gave her a piggy-back ride)
Where was Paddy Tanager the Caddy Manager?
He escaped without serious injury, which makes it easier to make light of with a clean conscience
Since when did the person have to survive for us to make fun of them.
i.e. Golf cart that drove off cliff, girl who loved Ben Gay.
conscience=vagina
Not pictured in 289's work: the infamous garden hose.
I am with Shaft on this one…if those are what strippers look like in Penn, its pretty sad. Down here in Fl, girls that look like that are known as "swamp donkeys" and are the lowest rung of the hookup ladder.
a patent for "strip tees"? interesting! May have some issues of novelty and non-obviousness… but ah, hell, just trademark it and get the LPGA to invest…
Gosh, the only thing better than combining strippers with golf would be leaving the fucking golf out of it. Stripping works pretty well as a self-contained activity. Dopes.
WWSM–nice Trading Places ref, but a propos of wha?
MD — It was a reference to my art comment, I believe.
naked women at the Cherry Valley Golf Course
Mmmmmnn, Cherry Valley…
That picture reminds me of some of the most spank-tastic films of my youth. GatorBait & Gatorbait II
Ah, the leap from Magritte to opera/Aykroyd. The Art Inst. of Chicago just makes me think of Ferris Bueller, because hey, let's skip school and go to a museum. Hmm, everything is an 80's movie to me–oh shit, I'm an idiot and/or Bill Simmons.
You know the kid only narc'd on them because they wouldn't let him and his zit-faced friend in.
Come for the photoshopped strippers, stay for the culture.