Treasure Island

Dallin Bruun

(01-20-1982 / Salt Lake City, UT)

Golfing by Myself


I used to make fun of my dad
because he took golf so seriously

then I started playing with my boss
who plays even more serious
so I started making fun of my dad
for not taking it serious enough

now I play by myself

Submitted: Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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