Biggs: I predict you will go down to my mighty chipping game. As I chip onto the carpet, you will be 250 yards behind me in the woods looking for your lost balls. Better buy a box of balls, or get some cheap range balls, as you will surely lose one after the other. THEN, you will lose to me in poker later that night. It is written, let it be done.
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Just what kind of caterpillar is that on your lip?
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