Beer Helps Me Do Stuff

We had our company golf tournament today, and throughout the first nine holes I had a good putt and little else to offer our team. Not so coincidentally we did not see the beer cart for the first nine holes. After our ninth hole, I had about three beers in fifteen minutes. Then I had the best shot on our tenth hole. On the eleventh hole I had a drive that caused the response 'are you kidding me!' from one of my bosses. As my drinking continues I put the ball about 15 feet from the pin on a par three. But then I missed the birdie putt. Buy the time we had gotten to our last hole I didn't even take the shots that led up to the green. But I decided to take the final shot of the round and sunk a 20 foot putt, after my boss had declared that our score for the day was one over. How dare he underestimate my drunken golfing state! I sunk the putt and staggered off the course ready for some more drinking. All in all, We hit a par, an eagle (one my putt), then two bogies, follow by a consistent round of pars. Quite a round of golf!;