Golfing with midgets. I’m no expert, nor a boy, but that’s like 2/4 of the things you find at a bachelor party. Right? And if I must mention. The only task I was given was to pull the pin up. So some might call that a pin-up girl which makes alcohol the only missing component before I marry myself to the river. Thank god these midgets don’t read this website. Gotta go. Cryer on the course. And no, it’s not me!