steveone

I was a good boy last year. Upgraded my 2015 technology Callaway Epic to 2020 Honma tr20 460 based on the MGS reviews that year (guys who tried them out - made them their gamer). $650 to $700 when new (Japan made including the shaft) for $155 Listed as very good (not a scratch to my old eyes). The 9 deg. head, stiff shaft, adjusted to 10 deg. Hotter off the face (not a huge difference) but the high toe hits (my usual miss) go great. This geezer hit 14 drivers last round an average of 257 total using a GPS app and buddies golf watch. 279 three times. Still pretty flexible and good power at my age (75). I'm in Hawaii, still warm here - my back is 15 years younger away from winter. AND New (to me) Wilson Staff D9 forged irons. Were rated as good - looked more like returned Demo clubs - almost unmarked. Top rated here on MGS player distance testing a couple of years back. They've restored my pop. 7 iron was a consistent 163-5 yds. on the radar at the local hitting palace; my old 7 iron was 152 on average. Replaced my older (1996~) Maltby forged cavity backs. I'd worn out the wedges/9/8 and replaced them with same a couple of times. The stronger lofts in the Wilsons are balanced out by the flex face and low tungsten weighting. If anything, a bit higher flight. Changing out the grips to mid-size and going to check/bend the lie next week based on my strike pattern. Nothing wrong with a couple year old technology for 50 to 60% off. "Steve, you are a cheap bastard."

This is the real reason your pants don't fit on the day after Thanksgiving.

A chicken farmer went to a local bar, sat next to a woman, and ordered a glass of champagne. The woman perked up and said, “How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!” “This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,” said the woman. “What a coincidence!” said the farmer. As they clinked glasses, he added, “What are you celebrating?” “My husband and I have been trying to have a child, and today my gynecologist told me that I am pregnant!” “What a coincidence!” said the man. “I’m a chicken farmer, and for years my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.” “That’s great!” said the woman, “How did your chickens become fertile?” “I used a different rooster,” he replied. The woman smiled, clinked his glass and said, “What a coincidence!

I used to be a fortune teller but all I could predict was really cold winters. Then I found out the crystal ball shop had sold me a snow globe… What is brown, hairy and wears sunglasses? A coconut on vacation I was having trouble with my internet connection at the farm, so I moved my modem to the barn. Now I have stable wifi. A girl came into my bookstore and asked “What are the chances you have a book on curing eating disorders with religion?” Slim to Nun? Twenty years from now, kids are gonna think “Baby I’ts Cold Outside” is really weird, and we’re gonna have to explain that it has to be understood as a product of its time. You see, it used to get cold outside. What genre are national anthems? Country.

There was this haunted house on the outskirts of the town which was avoided by all the townfolk - the ghost which “lived” there was feared by all. However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him, clanking chains et al. He told the ghost “I mean no harm - I just want your photograph”. The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make the headlines - he posed for a number of ghostly shots. The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and underexposed. So what’s the moral of the story? The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.

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A woman goes to a fortune teller: As they sat there in the candlelit tent, the mystic waved her hands around the crystal ball, divining the woman’s future. Suddenly, the soothsayer’s hands went to her face and a gasp of horror escaped her mouth. “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’ll be blunt.” the fortune teller says. “You need to prepare yourself to become a widow. Your husband will be murdered in a manner most gruesome before the year is done.” The woman was petrified, unable to process the information that’s been given to her. Her hands began to shake and her throat felt like a desert as she barely managed to croak out the question on her mind. “Will I be acquitted?”

Above comic was from Edward Steed, gotta give credits. Below is an xkcd variation on the, Hard of Hearing Genie.

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