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ANIWAIS AROUND HERE PUBLIC TOILETS HAVE TANKS LOL I ODNT KNOW WHAT YOURE USING TO FLUSH MAYBE AIR?! HAHA RETARD AIR DOESNT GET RID OF YOUR DOOKIE DRIBBLES!!!

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I'd bought a brand new putter while I was at school, and was planning on bringing it back to get it fitted by my guy back home over break. Got to the airport to find that they wouldn't let me carry it onto the plane. This was before 2001, back in the easier days, but they still wouldn't budge. I spent about an hour trying to get them to let me do it--tie it up, keep it locked and unaccessible, etc., 'cuz I wasn't bringing any other clubs back, so I had nowhere to put it. Finally, they directed me to a post office a couple blocks away. I had to walk over there, find a box to put it in. The biggest one they had wasn't long enough, so I had to break the shaft over my leg to put it in the box. In the meantime, I had to call to change flights to one a couple hours later. FINALLY got done at the post office, which took a good hour or so, walked back to the airport, checked in, got to the terminal. Flight gets delayed for 3 hours due to some mechanical issue in Phoenix. Got back home at about 3 AM, without the putter.

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Originally posted by inconspicuous so I had to break the shaft over my leg to put it in the box.

Did it really matter after that? What good would the club be once you broke it?

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Originally posted by bas Did it really matter after that? What good would the club be once you broke it?

The head is what matters. You can replace a putter shaft & grip for about 30-40 bucks. That whole putter is about 350.

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Let's see. Was in Dublin heading home. The a/c stopped working. So the inside of the airplane began to heat up. Was really hot for over half an hour. Than they fixed the engines we took off. Apparently, something went wrong with the engines so they had to land in Iceland. And they told us don't worry, everything is ok. After two hours of waiting on the plane, mind you the airplane was really hot again, the captain told us we would have to wait till tomorrow to fly again. The agency provided no hotels for us or breakfast, dinner. So we went back home the next day.

Was in Rome heading home for the airport. So we had to go to the train station and buy tickets. Parents decide to go to a cheap train station where we can buy tickets. In there, there are a bunch of scary looking Russian guys screaming at a gypsy. The gypsy kid was blowing firecrackers up in the station so the Russians were angry at the kid. And they took away his lighter so he went for another one and just continued to blow the firecrackers up afterwords.

Damn, there was this traffic jam the other day

Forgot my wicked new shades for ibiza, only pair I've ever found that suit me too, ah well I'll be going again.

I rode in the back seat of a bus for 5 hours one night going from Lahore to Islamabad in Pakistan. There was goat hair on my seat. Some of the people who sat next to me:
-Soldier
-Security man
-Pakistani Women
-Etc.
Who brought a goat on a bus lol

Then we stopped outside Islamabad, in a field, middle of nowhere, absolutely nothing, except 15 taxis lined up to take us into town.

Oh and there was bollywood music too.

how does a goat know what bus is lol

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Originally posted by inconspicuous I'd bought a brand new putter while I was at school, and was planning on bringing it back to get it fitted by my guy back home over break. Got to the airport to find that they wouldn't let me carry it onto the plane. This was before 2001, back in the easier days, but they still wouldn't budge. I spent about an hour trying to get them to let me do it--tie it up, keep it locked and unaccessible, etc., 'cuz I wasn't bringing any other clubs back, so I had nowhere to put it. Finally, they directed me to a post office a couple blocks away. I had to walk over there, find a box to put it in. The biggest one they had wasn't long enough, so I had to break the shaft over my leg to put it in the box. In the meantime, I had to call to change flights to one a couple hours later. FINALLY got done at the post office, which took a good hour or so, walked back to the airport, checked in, got to the terminal. Flight gets delayed for 3 hours due to some mechanical issue in Phoenix. Got back home at about 3 AM, without the putter.

get some writing lessons..dumbass