erratically in Key West while chasing a red rooster down the street. Being slightly tipsy the cart "tipped" over. He should have been in search of birdies instead - and bought an alarm clock. When last seen he was sleeping it off in the slammer - this not to be confused with Slamming Sammy Snead. (Or you might say the "driver" was in the bag.) Fore!
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