10 Chicks, 18 Holes, $50k - Count Me In

Now for me that doesn’t sound a bad deal, especially if the ten chicks are the one’s pictured below. All I’d need to do is figure out which 18 holes I’m gonna fill. Choices, choices, choices.

As I scan the photo making mental decisions I’ve already concluded that the first chick on the left and the fifth one in from the right will definitely be getting two holes filled at least once, so that’s me down to 14. Now before I continue I should explain that I’m not into any backdoor maneuvers so each lady has a hole count of two and not three.

Moving on with the calculations I guess it would be rude of me not to bang them all at least once so now I’m down to six. Boy this is tough, ok, blondie on the far right and the cutie second left can enjoy a mouthful each leaving me with a remaining hole fill count of four.

At this point I’m seriously worried that my tool will be so battered and bruised that it’ll be unable to rise to the occasion. Upon deciding that a finale with my two initial choices joining me for a threesome that would involve a fair bit of woman on woman action I’m left worry free that my old fella will stand to attention and fill those four remaining holes.

Dream time is over though because the only eighteen holes getting filled will be on the golf course. WTF? 50k to play golf with ten prick teasers? No thanks.

Maybe I’ll be doing a u-turn on sticking something into someone’s backdoor because if that’s the best offer you got for my 50k you can most definitely stick it up your ass.

Can you imagine the amount of hot ass you’d get yourself with 50k? You’d be able to fill way more than eighteen holes with that kind of loot in your wallet.

On the other hand you may want to look like a complete twat like this pecker pictured below. What does he really have to boast about when he returns to the office on Monday?

“I spent 6 hours playing golf with a boner and went home for shifty on my wanking chariot - alone!!!”

Even Uncoached has a better plan, he’d rather whip out his pecker and plastic and jerk off to a $5 porn site.

Time out, that’s not the kind of thought I want in my mind as I head to the pub for a few beers.