dave and i decided to go down to san mateo on friday for a golf date. we played at a ghetto little par three course located right on the bay. dave told me i was down by one going into the seventh hole and i got all cocky thinking i could beat him and totally fell apart. the last three holes were my worst. i blame dave of course. and since we were in the burbs we obviously had to finish the night off by going to five guys for dinner.

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