A True Softy Story

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Had to share this because Softy is being an epic cunt on twitter tonight:

This summer I went to play a round of golf at White Horse in Kitsap County. Little did I know it was also Softy's 40th birthday party, and he was hosting a tournament there. I was happy to get on the course and away from the Kent crowd that was inside the clubhouse. Unfortunately, the KJR crowd was still there when I was coming up on the 18th green. If you know White Horse the 18th green is right next to a sun deck where food is served. I look up and see Softy stuffing his face with a burger. I wept for America. I continued on up to the green. Every other time I've played there people have been quiet when you're putting. This time I heard Softy's unmistakable voice yapping it up on the deck like I didn't exist. I missed my putt, and have detested Softy ever since. Douche bag.

Also, this fucking thing was on the fairway.

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Was going to respond until I saw your post calling me a pussy. Didn't realize you put on a time limit on how long I had to get back to you. I got your name. And i'll be sharing it.
 
He's being an epic cunt? When isn't Softy being an epic cunt?
 
You should have "shanked" an iron shot his way with the hopes that it drilled him while he was downing his burger.
 
"This time I heard Softy's unmistakable voice yapping it up on the deck like I didn't exist. I missed my putt, and have detested Softy ever since. Douche bag."

It's called....Tiger Wood's School of Golf....noise and distraction makes one concentrate under pressure situations.
 
"This time I heard Softy's unmistakable voice yapping it up on the deck like I didn't exist. I missed my putt, and have detested Softy ever since. Douche bag."

It's called....Tiger Wood's School of Golf....noise and distraction makes one concentrate under pressure situations.

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