I think golf is literally an addiction. I'm surprised there's not Golf Anonymous.
Anyone can be confident with a full head of hair. But a confident bald man - there's your diamond in the rough.
I'm a walking, talking enigma. We're a dying breed.
I don't like to make a big splash anyway.
Women love a self-confident bald man.
I was planning on my future as a homeless person. I had a really good spot picked out.
It has to do - I think - with growing up in an apartment, with my aunt and my cousins right next door to me, with the door open, with neighbors walking in and out, with people yelling at each other all the time.
I'm surprised sometimes at how some of my actions are misinterpreted.
I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it's hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.
No, I am a crier and if people ever saw me privately they would be shocked at what a bowl of mush I am underneath it all.
Golf and dating don't mix.
I tolerate lactose like I tolerate people.
Trying on pants is one of the most humiliating things a man can suffer that doesn't involve a woman.
If I wasn't a golfer, I would still be miserable - but not as miserable.
I think we're all good and bad, but good's not funny. Bad is funny. Suppress the good and let the bad out, and then you can be funny.
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