#mikes golf store

[thefirstaidkit77]

We buy golf clubs

[gta5blog]

Just been hanging out with Frank as Micheal today and I noticed a few things…..

1. When it comes to playing golf, Franklin gets nervous. I never noticed this before until when I got in the golf cart and F was slow to respond, Micheal told him to relax and take several deep breaths and that everything is fine.

2. F isn’t very good at darts. When I went to play Darts with him after golf, he always threw the darts out of the board or several bust points. Despite this he kept on saying “Oh Darts is cool” repeatedly during each set which I found funny.

3. When F throws the darts out of the board, Micheal reacts to it. He calls F a “maniac” or “Don’t be a prick, throw it on the board” or “Wow!” Really sarcastically. It seems like Mike doesn’t like people throwing the dart off the board. He even accused Frank of cheating at one point lol.

4. Finally when it came to dropping Franklin off I notice that he goes into the liquor store (that’s where the drop off point was) but he doesn’t go there for very long as by the time I turned my car around so I could leave again I bumped into him leaving the store and walking elsewhere. He asked me if I was following him… which I wasn’t it was just coincidence.

(He literally spent less than 30 seconds in there and funnily enough he wasn’t carrying any drinks or shopping bags either after he came out lol)

So yeah some interesting things I noticed from hanging out with F today as Micheal. I love how I’m constantly learning new things about GTA 5 all the time despite playing for years … it always continues to surprise me.

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Former President Donald Trump on Tuesday night promised to appoint a special prosecutor to look into the Biden family only hours after his arraignment on 37 federal felony charges in Florida.

Trump’s vow prompted cheers and chants of “lock him up!” from the audience. The idea followed Trump’s own proclamation that he was facing “political persecution like something out of a fascist or communist nation.”

The day would “go down in infamy,” he said, adding that on Election Day 2024, “justice will be done.”

Trump also hinted at what his defense might look like, claiming that photos included in the indictment — which show boxes stored in a bathroom and on a stage — were “staged,” and saying some of the boxes held memorabilia, not documents. Trump’s lawyers reviewed his speech, a person familiar with the matter said.

The goal of today was to “lay down a marker of how he wants to frame the entire case,” said Steven Cheung, a spokesperson for Trump.

Trump and his team of advisers crafted the day of his arraignment to work to his political benefit, with remarks to allies and friends at his club, a fundraiser for this campaign, and a surprise stop at a famous Miami restaurant packed with supporters. And Trump’s speech had hallmarks of a MAGA rally, with declarations to “Save America” and go after political enemies, including President Joe Biden.

“What did the other candidates do today? We know where Trump was. He was going to Cafe Versailles, giving a speech here tonight, and there was no other oxygen for other candidates,” Cheung said.

The former president opened his remarks with familiar attacks on Biden and the Justice Department while maintaining that he did nothing wrong in stashing boxes containing classified documents at Mar-a-Lago, his Florida estate, after leaving the White House at the end of his term.

Tuesday’s charges were nothing more than “political prosecution,” he told the crowd of his die-hard fans and allies who traveled to Bedminster for the last-minute invitation to hear him speak.

There was MyPillow CEO and election conspiracist Mike Lindell; Bernie Kerik, the former NYPD commissioner who was pardoned by Trump; conservative radio host and former White House official Sebastian Gorka; and Kash Patel, a Trump loyalist and former senior administration official. Dozens of Vietnamese American supporters of Trump wore matching red dresses with “Save America” emblazoned across the front, and they posed for photos in front of the clubhouse at his New Jersey golf club.

Mixed in were Trump donors who had already planned to attend a fundraiser at the club, along with members of Mar-a-Lago in Florida and personal friends of Trump who came to show their support, like Robert Jeffress from the First Baptist Dallas megachurch. Some in attendance had political aspirations of their own, like Cleveland businessman Bernie Moreno, who is running for Senate and whose son-in-law Max Miller worked in the Trump administration and now serves as a U.S. congressman from Ohio, as well as Jim Marchant of Nevada, an election denier who is running for Senate after a failed bid for Secretary of State. Ed Cox, the current chair of the New York GOP and son-in-law of President Richard Nixon, was also spotted at the event.

Sen. Tommy Tuberville (R-Ala.) skipped a key Senate vote Tuesday to travel to Bedminster in support of Trump, although the day before he had expressed concerns about whether he would be able to do so.

Jeffress said he had been texting with Trump about the indictment news.

“I just have told him I’m praying for him, which I am, so I wanted to show him support,” he said. “Millions of people are praying for him, and this is not going to defeat him. This is going to make him stronger. I think these are serious charges, they are not frivolous. I think for the investigation and prosecution to have any merit it’s going to have all taint of election interference removed from it. I think the best thing Joe Biden could do is suspend the prosecution until after the election.”

Tuesday’s arraignment was Trump’s second since April, after he was charged with 34 state felonies in New York over his alleged role in a scheme to cover up allegations of extramarital affairs ahead of the 2016 presidential election.

The former president gave a similar speech following his previous arraignment, during which he assailed those involved in the case, including Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg, who brought the case, and acting Justice Juan Merchan, who presided over the proceeding.

The current GOP front-runner is also facing two other ongoing criminal probes into his role in 2020 election interference, at least one of which could result in charges this summer.

The April indictment did not shake Trump’s standing in the polls, and a recent CBS News poll shows him holding a nearly 40-point lead over Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis, his closest competitor in the race.

Antonio Rufa, a Trump supporter who came to see Trump’s remarks, said the indictment would only help the former president politically.

“They’re making [Trump] a martyr,” Rufa said. “Just look at the polls.”

Andrew Giuliani, former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani’s son, who played golf with Trump the day after he learned of his indictment, said the ex-president seemed “unfazed.”

“I think he’s been no doubt frustrated with the way he’s been treated,” Giuliani said. “I would say more than ever he’s focused on the mission and what the next 17 months are going to take.”

Ahead of Trump’s speech, Bedminster members wandered in from rounds of golf and dinner at the club. Members had been invited to come see Trump’s remarks.

After he wrapped, half of the crowd wandered inside where the former president planned to hold a “candlelight dinner,” photo opportunity and meet-and-greet with some of his top donors at the first major fundraiser of his campaign.

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

September 24, 2024

NO BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN? YOU LOWLIFE!

Hey Wilson, you got any children? No? In that case you're not fit to be president — of anything. You see, it's like this: People without children, even if they've adopted a brood, are, well, what's the right word... icky... trashy... scummy lowlifes. They are “childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they've made." That according to J.D. Vance, the Republican nominee for vice president. He forgot to mention Taylor Swift is in that category, but he's still got time. It's worse than you think 'cause even though Vice President Kamala Harris has two adopted children she's a lowlife, too, explained Sarah Huckabee, the governor of Arkansas and former Trump spokeswoman. It's a frightening anti-children ideology held by sad, pathetic people. Look at Kamala, Secretary of Transportation Pete Buttigieg (two adopted children), and New York Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) who run the Democratic Party. No Children. Holy hell. The Founding Fathers could never have imagined it, otherwise they would have put something in the Constitution like this: “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice and insure domestic Tranquility, do ordain that all people will have children or else...”

WHY PEOPLE STAY AND LEAVE ZION aka UTAH

People love Utah and aren't leaving. People who used to love Utah are looking for the exits. The Salt Lake Tribune took a look at why some people stay and why others don't. Toxic air, lawmakers, hypocrisy make people want to leave, according to the report. Community, outdoors, climate make people want to stay. The staff here at Smart Bomb determined that we should take a deeper dive on what folks think:

1 – Staying: We just love the gerrymandering here.

2 – Leaving: Skiing and the parks are too crowded.

3 – Staying: We love the fact that this state is a theocracy.

4 – Leaving: We can't take another losing Jazz season.

5 – Staying: We love that the state liquor stores are closed on Sunday.

6 – Leaving: We hate Mike Lee and Burgess Owens.

7 – Staying: Because state government doesn't interfere with the Great Salt Lake.

8 – Leaving: Before the “sports/entertainment” district ruins downtown.

9 – Staying: Because of the “wholesome” people who love Donald Trump.

10 – Leaving: Because of the “wholesome” people who love Donald Trump.

UNDECIDED VOTERS & THE FATE OF THE NATION

Hey Wilson, did you ever get the sinking sensation that undecided voters aren't exactly the sharpest bunch. Donald Trump and Kamala Harris are about as different as night and day. How could they possibly be undecided. Trump is Mr. Masculine Tough Guy. Harris is a strong, articulate woman. Trump lies like a rug. Harris has to explain why groceries are so expensive. Trump led an unsuccessful coup against the United States. Harris was the California Attorney General and U.S. Senator. Here's what some undecided voters said:

“I like Trump because he tells it like it is, but his ties are too long and his hands are small.

“I like Kamala but she smiles too much. And that laugh. Ugh.”

“Trump was cuckoo for saying Haitians eat dogs and cats but he's a good golfer and we need presidents who can golf.”

“Kamala would bring a woman's touch to the White House but her husband is totally creepy. I don't trust him.”

“Trump is a good businessman but he's gone bankrupt a whole bunch of times.”

“Kamala made the price of groceries and gas go up but she's got much better hair than Trump.”

Sad to say Wilson, but the fate of the country is in their hands. Start packing. They say Canada isn't so bad — and they speak English there.

Post script — That's a wrap for another totally insane week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of the equinox so you don't have to. Wilson, did you know the ancient Greeks believed that on the autumnal equinox the Goddess Persephone returned to the darkness of the underworld to be with her husband Hades. The pagans called the September equinox Mabon, after the Welsh god of Celtic mythology. According to legend, Mabon was stolen from his mother, Modron, three days after birth, plunging the land into sorrow and darkness. For us Americans and a lot of folks in Europe and elsewhere, the 2024 presidential election threatens to plunge us into darkness — at least that's how it feels. The Nov. 5 election is coming at us like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. You can say what you want about Stonehenge and the druids but they didn't have nasty, lyin' websites, influencers and two-year election campaigns. In fact, they didn't have elections at all. Trump might like that but he probably wouldn't fit in too well. What would he sell druids anyway, Bibles? Not exactly. They might go for his gold sneakers — the “Never Surrender High Tops.” Any druid could be the toast of Stonehenge with a pair of those babies. Or maybe they wouldn't be caught dead in them.

We don't know about you Wilson, but that pagan, druid stuff sounds kind of cool. Maybe we can just let our imaginations go and hope for some kind of magic spell that will somehow pull us through. So wake up the wiccans in the band and take us on outa here:

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? She rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? Rhiannon, Rhiannon Taken by Taken by the sky Taken by Taken by the sky

(Rhiannon — Fleetwood Mac)

[bestgolfelectricpushcart]

Discovering the Best Electric Golf Push Cart for Your Game: Top Picks and Features Explained

When it comes to enhancing your golfing experience, an electric golf push cart can be a game-changer. What is the best electric golf push cart on the market today? This article will guide you through the top options available, their features, and why they might be the best choice for you.

Why Choose an Electric Golf Push Cart?

Ease of Use: Electric push carts eliminate the need to manually push your cart, reducing physical strain and fatigue.

Improved Performance: With less energy spent on transporting your gear, you can concentrate better on your swings and strategy.

Convenience: Many electric carts come with remote control capabilities, allowing you to maneuver them effortlessly.

Top Features to Look for in an Electric Golf Push Cart

When choosing the best electric golf push cart, consider the following features:

Battery Life: Look for carts with long-lasting batteries that can easily cover an 18-hole game without needing a recharge.

Remote Control: A remote control feature adds convenience, allowing you to control the cart from a distance.

Build Quality: Durable and lightweight materials ensure the cart can withstand various terrains and last for many seasons.

Foldability: A compact, foldable design makes it easier to transport and store the cart when not in use.

Accessories: Features like GPS holders, scorecard holders, and drink holders can enhance your overall experience.

Top Picks for the Best Electric Golf Push Cart

Motocaddy M7 Remote Electric Caddy

The Motocaddy M7 is a top contender, known for its robust build and advanced features. It comes with a powerful 28V lithium battery, providing ample power for a full round of golf. The remote control allows for easy maneuverability, and its compact design makes it highly portable.

Key Features:

28V lithium battery

Remote control with 50-meter range

Compact, foldable design

Anti-tip rear wheel

Bat-Caddy X4R Electric Golf Caddy

The Bat-Caddy X4R is renowned for its reliability and ease of use. It features a dual-motor system for superior performance and stability on uneven terrains. The X4R's lightweight aluminum frame makes it durable without being cumbersome.

Key Features:

Dual 200W motors

Lightweight aluminum frame

Remote control

Adjustable handle

Stewart Golf X9 Follow

The Stewart Golf X9 Follow is an innovative model that follows you around the course. It uses Bluetooth technology to track your movements, providing a hands-free experience. The X9 Follow is ideal for golfers looking for the latest in electric caddy technology.

Key Features:

Bluetooth connectivity

Hands-free follow mode

12V lithium battery

Sleek, modern design

Factors to Consider Before Buying

Budget: Electric golf push carts can range from a few hundred to several thousand dollars. Determine your budget and find a cart that offers the best value for your money.

Terrain: Consider the type of terrain you'll be playing on. Some carts are better suited for flat courses, while others can handle hilly or rough terrains.

Battery Maintenance: Ensure the battery is easy to charge and replace if necessary. Check the manufacturer's guidelines for battery care to extend its lifespan.

Warranty and Support: Look for brands that offer a good warranty and customer support. This ensures you can get help if you encounter any issues with your cart.

User Reviews and Testimonials

It's always a good idea to read user reviews and testimonials before making a purchase. Here are some excerpts from satisfied customers:

John D. from California: "The Motocaddy M7 has been a game-changer for me. The remote control feature is fantastic, and it handles the hilly terrain of my local course with ease."

Sarah L. from Florida: "I love my Bat-Caddy X4R. It's lightweight, easy to use, and the battery life is impressive. Highly recommend it!"

Mike P. from Texas: "The Stewart Golf X9 Follow is worth every penny. The follow feature is like having a personal caddy. It's reliable and makes my rounds much more enjoyable."

Maintenance Tips for Electric Golf Push Carts

To ensure your electric golf push cart stays in top condition, follow these maintenance tips:

Regular Cleaning: Wipe down the cart after each use to remove dirt and grass. Use a damp cloth for the frame and a soft brush for the wheels.

Battery Care: Charge the battery after each round and avoid letting it completely discharge. Store the battery in a cool, dry place when not in use.

Check for Wear and Tear: Inspect the cart regularly for any signs of wear or damage. Pay special attention to the wheels and connections.

Store Properly: When not in use, store the cart in a dry, protected area. If the cart is foldable, collapse it to save space and protect it from potential damage.

Conclusion

Choosing the best electric golf push cart depends on your specific needs and preferences. The Motocaddy M7, Bat-Caddy X4R, and Stewart Golf X9 Follow are all excellent options, each offering unique features that cater to different types of golfers.

Investing in a high-quality electric golf push cart can significantly enhance your golfing experience by reducing physical strain and allowing you to focus more on your game. Remember to consider factors like battery life, remote control capabilities, and build quality when making your decision. Read more at: bestgolfelectricpushcart.com

[chorusfm]

Riot Fest 2024 Announced

Riot Fest have announced their 2024 lineup and venue change. Full details below. Riot Fest, the iconic annual punk rock and alternative music festival, is excited to announce its 2024 lineup, along with the introduction of an innovative new world, and a venue change, now with parking! This year's festival will take place at SeatGeek Stadium in Bridgeview, Illinois, from September 20-22nd, featuring 90+ bands over 3-days, and will feature RiotLand, an immersive "Choose Your Own Adventure" world that promises to elevate the festival experience to new heights. Introducing RiotLand: A "Choose Your Own Adventure" Experience. RiotLand is set to transform Riot Fest into an interactive, choose your own adventure where attendees can explore and engage with various themed areas and activities. While the activation experiences will change from day to night, RiotLand is a place where you can escape from the real world and be yourself. A fully interactive site will be unveiled in the coming weeks, but here is a sneak peek of what’s to come: Q101 Radio Tower: A nostalgic tribute to an iconic radio station, featuring live broadcasts and unique photo opportunities. At night, there’s a new fiesta in the making as we speak. It’s out at the Moontower, full kegs, everybody’s going to be there, you ought to go. NOFX World: A stage and area dedicated to celebrating the music and legacy of NOFX, joined by their friends and fans alike, led by the ringmaster, named Fat Mike, to take you into the night. Cabaret Metro Stage: A nod to the legendary Chicago venue, Metro, where many Riot Fest alum cut their teeth long before headlining the festival. AAA Stage: If you know, you know, and that means you were probably lucky enough to be there. AAA was a warehouse venue where Riot Fest hosted many secret shows in the earlier days of the festival. You probably weren’t there the first time, but you won't want to miss it again. House of Law: Courthouse by day, OZ nightclub at night. RiotLand’s only gay punk and dance club that only opens at night. Kevin Smith Tribute Zones:  Quick Stop: An immersive re-creation of the famous convenience store from "Clerks."  Cretin Prairie Center: An area inspired by the film "Mallrats," featuring themed activities and surprises. Who knows, you may end up on Truth or Mate on Riot Fest’s #2 channel, RFTV. Casino: Yes, a casino, and it’s real. Are you feeling lucky? Not gambling advice, but I’m guessing if you poll the Riot Fest attendees…most would tell you to just put it all on black. World’s Largest Festival Bar: Fly in Mr. Guinness as Riot Fest attempts to unofficially break the world record Butter Stamos: Is he made out of rubber or is he made out of stone? Did you know there is at least one Butter Stamos tattoo out there? Nihilist Arby’s: We thought about not even including this one because it doesn’t even matter. Nothing matters. Eat Arby’s. Riot Fest will also feature fan-favorites from years past including the Wedding Chapel (You can get legally married at RiotLand), the Riot Pop!! Skate Ramp, free arcade games from Logan Arcade, Professor Pizza, the world's largest touring rock-n-roll circus freak show Hellzapoppin Circus, mini golf, and all of your favorite bands playing at the same time. Riot Fest 2024 Lineup Riot Fest 2024 boasts a stellar lineup of top-tier punk, rock, and alternative artists, including: Headliners:  Friday brings the return of hometown favorites, Fall Out Boy, making their first appearance at the festival since they first reunited at 2013’s edition.  Saturday brings indie rock favorites, Beck and a very rare performance from Pavement. Closing out the festival on Sunday is a force that cannot be reckoned with – a reunion performance by metal legends, Slayer! NOFX will be performing all three days of the festival as Riot Fest bids them a final farewell surrounded by many of their peers and contemporaries like Pennywise, Descendents, and Circle Jerks. Notable Acts: Filling out the stacked lineup is a wide array of bands spanning… https://chorus.fm/news/riot-fest-2024-announced/

[groceriesahead]

Convenience at its Best: Seabrook Island Grocery Delivery for a Hassle-Free Vacation Experience with Groceries Ahead

As a frequent traveler, I always look for ways to make my trips more comfortable and enjoyable. With this convenient service, I could have all of my groceries delivered straight to my vacation rental, without having to worry about the hassle of grocery shopping during my stay. In this article, I’ll share my experience using Seabrook Island Grocery Delivery service with Groceries Ahead.

Introduction to Seabrook Island and its grocery delivery service

Seabrook Island is a beautiful barrier island located in South Carolina. It’s a popular vacation spot for families and outdoor enthusiasts, offering a wide range of activities such as golfing, tennis, and water sports. One of the biggest challenges of vacationing on Seabrook Island is grocery shopping. The island has limited grocery stores, and they can be quite expensive.

Groceries Ahead is a local grocery delivery service that partners with Seabrook Island to provide vacationers with a hassle-free grocery shopping experience. The service allows you to place your grocery order online before you arrive on the island, and have your groceries delivered straight to your rental. This means you can spend more time relaxing and enjoying your vacation, and less time worrying about grocery shopping.

Benefits of using Seabrook Island grocery delivery service

First and foremost, it saves you time. Instead of spending your valuable vacation time grocery shopping, you can have your groceries delivered straight to your doorstep. This means you can spend more time enjoying the beach, playing golf, or exploring the island.

Another benefit of the service is that it saves you money. Grocery stores on Seabrook Island can be quite expensive, especially if you’re buying specialty items. By using the grocery delivery service, you can avoid these high prices and save money on your vacation expenses.

How to place an order with Groceries Ahead

Placing an order with Groceries Ahead is easy. Simply visit their website and create an account. Once you’ve created an account, you can browse their online store and add items to your cart. The website is user-friendly and easy to navigate, so you won’t have any trouble finding the items you need.

One thing to keep in mind when placing your order is that you’ll need to provide your rental address and arrival date. This will ensure that your groceries are delivered to the right location at the right time. It’s also a good idea to place your order at least a few days before your arrival, to ensure that your groceries are delivered on time.

Delivery process and timing

Once you’ve placed your order with Groceries Ahead, they’ll take care of the rest. Your groceries will be delivered straight to your rental on the day of your arrival. The delivery process is quick and efficient, so you won’t have to wait long for your groceries to arrive.

If you have any special requests or instructions for your delivery, you can add them to your order notes. For example, you can ask for your groceries to be left at the front door if you won’t be home when they arrive.

Customer reviews and testimonials

Don’t just take my word for it — here are some reviews and testimonials from other vacationers who have used Seabrook Island’s grocery delivery service:

“Groceries Ahead made our vacation so much more enjoyable. We didn’t have to waste time grocery shopping, and we saved money on our food expenses. Highly recommend!” — Sarah W.

“I was a little hesitant about using a grocery delivery service, but Groceries Ahead exceeded my expectations. The delivery was quick and efficient, and the prices were very reasonable.” — Mike R.

“Seabrook Island’s grocery stores can be quite expensive, so I was thrilled to learn about Groceries Ahead. The service was easy to use, and the delivery was right on time. I’ll be using them again!” — Emily C.

Conclusion and final thoughts on Seabrook Island grocery delivery

Overall, I highly recommend using Seabrook Island’s grocery delivery service with Groceries Ahead. It’s a convenient, affordable, and hassle-free way to get your groceries during your vacation. With this service, you can spend more time enjoying all that Seabrook Island has to offer, and less time worrying about grocery shopping. So why not give it a try on your next Seabrook Island vacation? Contact us.

[scottwellsmagic]

755: F.F.F.F. 2023 - Day Three Report

Friday, April 28th

8:00 Bob Little Open Golf Tournament (see Bruce Trigg to register)

10:00 Dealers’ Room opens (closed during lectures, shows, and dinner)

10:30 Pat Page Memorial Workshop: Who was Eddie Fechter? (MC: Mike Powers) featuring performers Paul Gertner and Vic Trabucco with Panel Members: Harrison Carroll, Tom Craven, Dick Cook, and Paul Gertner

1:30 4th Show: Magical Moments (MC: Andost) featuring: Rubi Ferez, Satoru Furukawa, Kevin Bethea, Jafo, Daniel Mormina, Matthew Le Mottee, Darong Huang, Martin Braessas, and Francesco Fontanelli

3:30 Lecture #4: Paul Gertner

8:00 5th Show: Friday’s Frolics (MC: Shawn Farquhar) featuriing Marc DeSouza, Michael Ammar, Boris Wild, Andi Gladwin, Rick Wilcox, Will Monroe, Bernardo Sedlacek, and Chris Capehart

10:00 Hospitality Suite opens

12:00 Dealers’ Room closes

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[bunkershotgolf]

Mike Sebastian Calls It A Day!

The Publisher/Editor of ASIAN GOLF, Mike Sebastian has announced his retirement. With his retirement Sebastian has brought the curtain down on all the products and services offered by the Asia Pacific Golf Group.

This includes the flagship, ASIAN GOLF, the Asia Pacific Golf Summit, the Asian Golf Awards and Asia’s Most Powerful People In Golf.

ASIAN GOLF has ceased publication after 23 years during which time Sebastian built it into the top golf publication in the Asia Pacific with a global distribution of over 130,000 and more than 117,000 Facebook followers. The Asia Pacific Golf Summit, considered one of the best conferences on the business of golf in the world, successfully witnessed 15 stagings in the series and the Asian Golf Awards, stands on its own as “The Oscars” of the golf industry in the Asia Pacific.

When asked why he was retiring, Sebastian, 77, replied: “When the man in the white cloak tells you to slow down, that was my cue to gear down, take the foot off the pedal and ride out into the sunset!”

“Thank you for all of your contributions to Asia and Golf over the years — you are a true Icon!” was how David Abeles, the President and CEO of TAYLORMADE Golf reacted.

“This is a big surprise and a huge blow to the golf industry in Asia,” was Steven Thielke, General Manager of the Singapore Island Country Club reacted.

Andy Johnston, General Manager of the Sentosa Golf Club, the top golf club in the Asia Pacific said, “You have moved the needle in golf in Asia and the awareness of the great things that is and has been happening. It will leave a big hole that will need to be filled.”

James Prusa, an internationally recognised authority on golf agronomy reacted from Montana in the USA with this statement: “Frankly, the golf industry (and civilization itself) in Asia owes you great gratitude and respect.”

What’s in store for retirement? “After more than 50 years in journalism, broadcasting, including more than ten years with IBM and TIME Magazine, I am just going to enjoy my surroundings with my wife, family and my toy poodle and stay healthy!”

Adios Mike!

[faghubby]

Finding Tyler

"Show me" Tara whispered in my ear as I stared at the cock. She had taken me to an adult bookstore and I was now on my knees with a cock right in front of me. I leaned forward and let it slide in my mouth . I closed my lips around it and moved my tounge across the bottom. Then moved my head back slowly letting it slide out till just the tip rested against my tounge then took it back in again. I repeated this over and over. As moans increased from other side of the wall my speed increased. It didn't take long after a minute or two it tensed and shot its seed down my throat I swallowed quickly getting every drop. Before it disappeared. I didn't wait long before another appeared this one was longer then the last about 6 inches I guessed and it was uncut. Tara looked at me and I wasted no time.

"Your such a good cocksucker" Tara told me as I worked to try and take all of this cock.

"You guzzled down that last load like a man who had not eaten in days" shs rubbed my nipples. This cock took even less time before it filled my mouth again I swallowed as fast as I could but a little appeared at the corners of my mouth. It vanished as well. Tara removed my shirt. And pants I was no kneeling waiting for more cock wearing nothing but a pair of her panties.

WAIT. I should tell you somethings before we go further. My name is Tyler my wife Tara had caught me sucking my best friends Mike's cock a few days ago. I had been sucking Mike's cock since we where 15. It had started as a dare. But after that first time I sucked his cock on and off for 20 years. Mike never even touched mine. I never thought about I being gay or even bi. I just thought it was helping a friend. Tara at first was pissed then she figured she would get revenge, or so I thought. This is how I find myself in her panties sucking random cock here today. Now back to the story.

"You should press your ass to the whole let them make you a real faggot" Tara told me. A few minutes later another cock was pushed through the whole. It was a big black cock. The head was the size of a golf ball.

"Now that's a cock" Tara said out loud. Pushing my head towards it. I could only fit the head in my mouth and I worked the shaft with my hands. Tara spit on it several times to give me more lubrication. Tara pushed my head trying to get me to take more but all it did was make me gag. For over ten minutes this went on. Then Tara pushed again and the cock slid past my gag reflex. Tara gasped as I tried not to panic. Slowly I let it work back and forth in my throat. A deep voice from the other side of the wall.

"Yo yeah baby nobody ever done that before" and he thrust pushing it deeper down my throat it took a few minutes more but I took as much as I could. Then he pulled back and drove it back once and filled me with his cum. I gagged and gasped it came out my nose and ran down my chest. I finally pulled away and the last shot hit me in the eye.

"That was amazing Tara" told me scooping up the cum and feeding it to me.

"Yes it was" the deep voice said sliding a hundred dollar bill with a phone number on it.

"Call me anytime you want to do that again" Tara opened the door to catch a glimpse of the man. He was a over 6 foot tall with huge arms and wide shoulders. We saw him get in a truck and drive off.

"Let's go you cum sucking faggot?" Tara said rather loud. She held the door open while I got dressed. Tara wondered around the store as I just stood waiting trying to avoid eye contact with the one guy and clerk that was in the store.

"Buy this" Tara handed me a set of beginner butt plugs.

"Do you need any lube?" The clerk asked. Tara placed a huge bottle of lube on the counter. Tara opened the plug package. Pulled out the small one.

"This is going in your faggot ass, would you like to do it here or in the bathroom?" She asked.

"Sorry we don't have a public bathroom" the clerk smiled.

"Well they all saw you in panties already" Tara motioned me to lower my pants.

"Tara I never" I said nervously

"I believe you, that's why we start with the little one" She motioned again. I turned around and lowered my pants. Tara pulled down my panties. And applied lube. Tara pushed the plug in one push.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled.

"Well if you had told me you been sucking your best friends cock for 20 years. I guess that actually makes him your boyfriend" She giggled. And pulled up my panties.

"Oh look you got all hard" She laughed. I pulled up my pants. And followed her on the way out. She laughed again at my waddle.

I moaned as I sat in the car.

"You made a hundred dollars so technically you are now a hooker" Tara laughed again.

"You can't be serious" I gasped.

"You just swallowed three loads from total strangers" She reminded me. "You seem to really like the taste of cum" it wasn't really a question.

"You know I could just bring you home lots of cum" Tara said. I looked at her confused.

"Well now that I know your a faggot, why shouldn't I go find a straight man to fuck me" Tara told me. "Don't worry you can suck his cum out of me" she pulled over and rubbed my crotch.

"You would love that wouldn't you? Don't worry I will still let you suck your boyfriend. How does that plug feel?" She asked.

"Its ok" I told her.

"You really like all this. Are you going to cum?" She kept rubbing me thru my pants. Make your panties all dirty and sticky. She slid over and sat on my lap. Pulling her skirt up she started grinding on my lap. I am so hot. After watching you suck that big black cock.

"I wish you liked pussy, but I know you only like cum and cock"

"Baby let me fuck you" I begged

"Sweety your never going to fuck me again" She informed me. She lifted herself back up and slid back to the driver's seat. She pulled up to a gay bar.

"You can try in there" She smiled. And then pulled away. When we got home I took a shower. I wanted to jerk off but resisted. I left the plug in as well. I got out of the shower and got dressed I found Tara sitting at the table on her phone.

"Babe, did you really mean what you said about?" I tried to ask. But just motioned towards her.

"Sorry faggot, what do you mean?" She shot back. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

"Why don't you eat my cunt why you think about it" I knelt down and pulled off her panties.

"Wait, are you wearing your panties?" Tara asked motioning me to show her. I dropped my shorts and boxers. I slid her panties on.

"You like your ass stuffed" she giggled. When she noticed the plug still in.

I knelt and started to lick her. She continued working on her phone.

"You can lick my ass to" She shifted exposing her asshole as well. I licked her hole.

"You can still lick pussy gay boy" Tara moaned. She moved again pushing her ass against my tounge. I probed her ass with my tounge. As she climaxed.

"Now what was it you where asking?" Tara asked. I stood in her panties with a plug in my ass.

"I wanted to know if you really meant what you said about" I tried again

"Your standing in front of me wearing my panties, with a plug in your ass. Your little dick straining as I humiliate you. And you want to know about what? Trying to fuck me? Or me finding a real man to do it for you? What do you think?" Tara pointed out.

"Why don't you sit and help me out here" She patted the chair next to her. She handed me her phone she was setting up a tinder account.

"I need some pics, which ones should I use?" She asked. She rubbed me thru her panties. I picked out a very sexy picture for her.

"Nice I like that one" She cooed.

"Your right you have been a good husband except the affair with Mike of course. So maybe you might get the occasional handjob." She told me. "On special occasions" she stopped rubbing me.

"We could set up a grinder account for you?" She laughed. I shook my head.

"Alright, maybe another time" She got up and led me to the bathroom.

"Bend over" She told me. I did and she pulled out the plug.

She pulled out the next one and lubed it up. She slid it in. She worked it alittle to get it to fit. She reached around and jerked me off. She only needed three fingers.

"Catch your cum" She told me. I came very quick catching it in my hand.

"Now lick it all up" She told me. I did as she directed. Tara left me bent over and went into the bedroom. I fixed my panties and followed her. Tara opened her drawer and pulled out a baby doll nightie. She slid it over my head.

"I would love it if you chose to wear panties all the time." Tara told me.

"I don't know" I whispered

"You don't have to decide now, think about it. " Tara told me.

I spent in her nightie as she slept next to me in an old tee shirt. She did let me remove the plug. I woke the next morning Tara was already up.

I found a pair of panties in my drawer. They where white with a wide lace border. I decided to put them on they almost immediately gave me a wedgie. I slid on some basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I checked my phone. Tara had sent me several articles. I was reading one when I entered the kitchen. Tara was making breakfast.

She put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I continued to read as I ate. Tara said nothing other then a kiss on the cheek. The article was about cuckolding and sissies. I finished and opened the next it was about chastity. I continued to read. Tara had gone to shower. The next article reinforced the others adding femination and submission. I found myself excited by all of this.

Tara told me she was going out.

"Be back later" She kissed me and left. I wondered if I should do some of the things she was having me read about. I didn't want to lose Tara. And if it meant having me share her. Then prehaps I should I had never been more excited then when she had me suck those cocks. I was a sissy. I thought to myself. I had given Mike thousands of blow job's over the years and never thought to say no.

I went to the bathroom and filled the tub I found Tara's razors and lotion. I trimmed all my body hair then started to shave it all off. It took a long time. I hoped Tara would like it. I put her panties back on my smooth legs felt amazing. I cleaned up the mess I made. This is what I wanted I thought to myself. I found the medium plug and reinsert in my ass. I was a sissy, I needed to be a sissy.

I was still in just panties when I heard Tara come home. I practically ran into her in the bedroom. She carried several bags.

"Look at you" She smiled. "I guess you made your decision"

"I will forget about the fact you didn't ask first" her hands rubbed my smooth chest.

"I didn't know how much I would like this" Tara pulled my panties to look at my smooth crotch.

"It looks so cute." She looked at my butt as well.

"Oh what's this she tapped on the plug" giggling

"I got you somethings" She told me. Handing me a bag. I pulled out a short white skirt. Tara helped me put it on. There was also a pink tee shirt.

"Wait this first" Tara handed me another bag. It had a dozen pair of panties and several bras. Tara grabbed a padded white bra and helped me put it on. Then helped me put on the tee shirt.

"You look so adorable" Tara was giddy. Next she produced a pair of high heels.

"These will take practice. She had me step into them. Walking made the plug move. I moaned.

"Your going to need stockings and pantyhose."

"Let's paint your nails" Tara said leading me to the bed. She painted my toes with a bright pink polish. When she finished she pulled me next to her.

"Look" she handed me her phone. There was a dick pick on it.

"I have a date on Tuesday with him" She flipped thru the pics. He was a tall man with black hair with a cock that looked twice the size of mine. I rubbed myself

"No, little sissies don't play with themselves" Tara told me pushing my hand away. She immediately searched male chastity.

"Wow look how small some of these are?" She showed me.

"Tara no please?" I begged.

"But will you be able to control yourself?" She asked

"No" I admitted.

"Well let's get one and see where it goes" She said.

"Start with a plastic one, this one has good reviews. Definitely the smaller one. Pink?" She was babbling. And placed the order.

"Now why don't you clean out all your old boy panties and put these away." Tara said "make sure to wear your shoes you need to practice walking in them" an left me to do as she said.

I spent the rest of the day dressed. But it was a lazy day of laying around. Tara had fun exposing me on the internet. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter. She transformed my account or just started a new one filled with pics of me dressed. Even sucking cock. I begged her not to but she said

"You spent enough time hiding who you are"

Alot of her friends commented, or just laughed. Alot of mine blocked me. But I started getting new friends asking for more. After dinner we cuddled on the couch. And Tara streamed porn. It was a husband dressed in lingerie sucking his wife's big black boyfriends cock. Before he fucked her while the husband watched.

"I would love to do this" Tara told me. As she played with my dick in thru my panties. After only a few minutes she got up and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes she called me.

"Tyler come here"

She was naked and had the small plug in her ass.

"You took this so easy. It feels huge" She told me. She pulled out the large plug.

"Bend over" I did as asked she removed my plug and slid the larger one in. It took only a few pumps before it set.

"Its six inches long and and one and half inches thick she smack my ass and I came in my panties.

"Hurry and clean that up before it leaks all over" Tara laughed

I pulled down the panties and she watched as I licked the cum from them.

"Off to bed" Tara had me wear one of her sexy nighties again. She slept in simple cotton panties.

To be continued

[candycorncandle]

Love Letter to my Friends

Tw- life stuff? Not suicide but like depressiony shit

I've not been on here and that's not okay and it is. Its not okay in the way that I miss yall and miss talking to you and sending memes. But I've also been v busy. Read this, don't but either way.

Do you ever get think about the friends you've made online and how some of them you'll never meet or see again because they have gone inactive and it scares the living shit out of me. I may have never met yall but you guys are my friends and it fucking pains me that I'll never be able to show up on ur doorsteps with McDonald's and watch a movie or like even put flowers on ur hair when we go on walks or shit.

Timeline-

May 15th- last day at my favorite job. We all, there was about 75 of us. We all had made big plans to move to that city and were getting cars and drivers licenses in order to get to said job. We found out two weeks before that my company at that time had lost the contract. I was a cook in a college building cooking for students in a 50s themed diner. It had multiple restaurants in the same building so I was one of the ones they crosstrained so I was in about every one of the 8 concepts they had. I loved it. No cap on overtime, I was treated good. The university kicked us out because the contract price was too expensive and they found a cheaper competitor. I was one of the last 4 people to leave the building that day, I walked out with four of my friends (technically bf too)

May 15 to June 1st- didn't have a job lined up. Losing the jobs threw everyone off. Word cam in that a close university also run by my company could take us in. Fine. It was an hour and a half away. So,, being from the same small ass town my and my bf decided to move for that job at the new college.

New college was opening a jersey mikes. It's a sub sandwich shop. They take three of us from the first college job and send us through manager training at a training store. Also sends an employee from the new college.

We didn't last two weeks before we all walked out. Shitty management, forced customer interaction (which, is what food service is but this took it to a whole new level), the place was disgusting. The employees at the jm were doing crack and shots in the back because they ALL are dead inside and I firmly believe that jm caused a good portion of that.

July 10- was my last day of jm i couldnt take it anymore. I had multiple breakdowns and had one as a clocked out for the last time. I remember just turning to go hop back on the sandwich making station and this sense of dread just filled me and I knew I could not stay there.

I was the second on out. My bf lasted for four more weeks after I quit. My work bestie lasted through training but left two days ago. The manager over all of us quit last week because the stress from this deal put him in the hospital.

And the fuck of it all was,, a higher up in the company made a shady deal with the jm owner for that region and that's why we weren't pulled. Another coworker had walked out the first week and that's when the very high ups said pull them jersey mikes is done at this place. But then the deal guy said no, I don't care if it kills you you are my employees, you do what I say.

July 24th- when is started my current job. I work as a cook at a golf course. I like it. It's nice and isn't like super fast paced like the first college job was.

August 1st- moved to the big city. Starts with a C in a Midwest state I'll let you guess there's not many. Live my new apartment and get started on a new antidepressant because my previous one had stopped working during jersey mikes training.

August 7th - 23rd, had about 10 interviews because I was not sure about the golf job.

August 26th - Sep 11th, my cat was in the vet hospital. Took them some time to figure out what was wrong but he has feline ibs and is allergic to protien. His bilirubin was 11, it's supposed to be 0.5. He was looking scraggly but he's doing so much better now.

He was so yellow. He's not now but he has earned the nickname highlighter boy. He's doing better now and has to be tube fed for another week or so but he's better.

September 7th- goes back to my first college job now that another company has taken it over. My entire crew is back as well.

September 9th- quits my old/new job because I can't make the drive anymore. It's exactly what I was doing from Indiana to the place, just now I'm in another state. It sucked so much because my crew was back and we all worked so well together.

Now- Happy with my job. They are firing this one worst worker there. Since it's a small kitchen there's only 4 cooks and she's a bitch. The worst. She's going to be gone soon so that is super great. As of right now I'm printing off some planner pages that I'm going to laminate and hopefully that will help me get my life in order.

My bf quit vaping, his dog is getting neutered sometime soon and that's good bc the dog does NOT have manners. Theres no overtime at my job now so it's let me have more at home time which is something I did not take for the past year since I always had overtime opportunities. I like decorating my apartment and cooking. I'm cooking more now! Im so happy for myself, as it's something I haven't done for a very long time due to the spicy sadnesses.

I'm going to pharmacy tech school starting this November. I'm excited to learn about that because I've known for awhile I've needed to get out of food before it breaks my body down.

Thank you for reading this I love you all.

-Gosh DAMG IT. I had more paragraphs here but tumblr is stupid and deleted them let's see if I'll rewrite them bc I'm not going to tonight I've been here at the printer for 3 hours now.

@slothspaghettiwrites @tiredmoonlight @bitchassbucky @ghostydeans @littlelioncub43 @loki-hargreeves @kim-monsterlings @munsonsmuse @earth2bucky

[your-krazy-uncle-bob]

The prophets have long whispered of the return of ULTRA-MAGA King Trump. In faith, we know that his return is inevitable and that he will soon reclaim the presidency and set right what has gone awry.

Here are the first 12 things Trump will do when he returns to power:

Spray Febreze on the Oval Office curtains to get the old man smell out: Step one to draining the swamp is giving it a flowery scent.

Make Pelosi wear a sweater on the beach: I mean, really.

Welcome back Mike Pence, just to tell him he's fired: It'll be the highest ratings for a single episode of The Apprentice. Maybe ever.

Invade Afghanistan so he can show how much better he would be at withdrawing from Afghanistan: He's been dreaming about this one every night when he goes to sleep.

Finish building that wall, but make Hunter Biden pay for it: Hunter will borrow from Joe, who will borrow from China. 4D chess!

Make everything at the dollar store $1 again: And abolish the Fed.

Sneak out of the Oval Office for a quick 9 holes: Trump needs to keep his golf skills sharp so he can challenge Putin to a match for the fate of Russia.

Bring back the McRib: And make it permanent this time!

Find Osama Bin Laden's body and kill him again: USA! USA! USA!

Declare total infinity immunity with no take-backs: Should put an end to congressional witch hunts.

Put Dr. Fauci in the stocks in the National Mall so everyone can throw cabbage at him: Somewhere up there Samuel Adams is drunkenly smiling.

Buy Greenland and make Mexico pay for it: And then drill for oil like there's no tomorrow.

[jjmaybud]

two of the same | kiara carrera

summary: it’s your and kiara’s wedding day and there’s a surprise waiting at the end of the aisle.

pairing(s): kiara carrera x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, swearing, alcohol use.

author’s note: every two hundred days I post an imagine. this sucks but its been a work in progress in my drafts for like seven months and I just wanted it out there.

For as long as you could remember, Kiara and you have been on the same wavelength. You had met when you both were fourteen and trying to save turtles from the seagulls loitering on the beach. You were a pogue, but you kept to yourself most of the time until the day you both were out on the beach swinging thick sticks at any bird that tried to take your sea turtles. After that, you became inseparable. Sometimes you would finish each other’s sentences—the pogues gagged every time. You could look at Kiara, and she would know what you were thinking like the time you didn’t have enough money for some Mike and Ike’s at the gas station. Once Kiara caught your eye, she distracted the store owner so you could sneak out with a box or two. There were times when you didn’t even have to look at her. She knew what was going in your head, and you knew what was going on in hers. Anytime your mood changed, anytime you didn’t feel like you were enough, she knew how to approach each scenario with what you needed.

And when you started developing feelings for her, you didn’t even have to tell her. You did, though. It was the only time you felt like you needed to express in words rather than the connection you shared. Kiara deserved words.

You took her out on HMS Pogue to a nice place that wasn’t traveled very often and sipped on cheap beer the two of you snatched from the boys. She could tell you were anxious about something but knew to give you time. You would spit it out eventually. But once the sun started to go down, she was worried for the first time that you wouldn’t say it at all. She knew how you felt about her. She was sure you knew how she felt about you. But now you were sitting there, nervously swinging your legs over the edge of the Pogue, and she wasn’t sure if she was right this time.

Deciding against words, Kiara placed her hand on your lower thigh and rubbed her thumb into your soft skin. Your legs stopped swinging immediately, and the both of you felt the tension disappear.

“I’m in love with you,” you blurted. “I know we never say what we’re feeling to each other, we just know, but I wanted to make sure you knew just how much I’m in love with you. Kie, I would travel the world three times around in just this little boat to measure how much I truly love you."

You rambled on listing times when you knew you loved her and metaphors of just how much she meant to you. You told her that you didn’t know if she could even tell how you felt because the feeling was so new and exciting and terrifying. You never felt this way about anyone, even the list of celebrity crushes that had come and gone couldn’t compare to the way you felt about her. The way her cheeks crinkled her eyes when she smiled, the way she couldn’t go anywhere without her bracelets, the way she cared about everyone else way more than she cared about herself. She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect for you.

She cried, and then you cried because she was crying. The hand on your thigh moved to the side of your face with her finger tips weaving in the little hair at the bottom of your neck and her thumb catching the tears that came down your face. She guided your face to hers and pressed her lips against yours in a sweet kiss. It was unfamiliar territory seeing as how your previous relationships have never felt this intimate. Have never felt this freeing.

∴∵∴∵∴∵∴

That was years ago. Now, both of you had just graduated college and freshly twenty-three. Today was your wedding day. You were going to marry the girl you’ve been in love with since you were sixteen. The two of you had your ups and your downs. Your fights could break any couple a part but not you and Kiara. Because even though you fought hard, you loved harder.

You stared at your reflection in the antique, gold-trimmed mirror. Her parents insisted the two of you got married where they hosted Midsummer’s every year. Your parents had passed away a couple of years before, so the both of you granted the Carrera’s that much since they were paying for it. After all of the mischief the pogues and you caused at that golf course, you and Kie were surprised they agreed to let you have your wedding there. Neither of you cared where you got married. You’d have a courtroom wedding if it meant you two could finally prove your love on paper. Kiara didn’t really care about being “legally bound to someone like you’re their property,” but she thought since it was two women it felt like a big fuck you to the misogynistic system of it all.

You smoothed out your flowing summer dress that went down to your knees with spaghettis straps that showed off an appropriate amount of cleavage and shoulders. The only thing on your feet were the bracelets the pogues each made each other when you were all young and dumb on one ankle and the one that only had one matching twin on the other that was worn by the woman waiting down at the other end of the aisle. The flower crown on your head wasn’t as bulky as the one on Kiara’s head from the Midsummer held during the treasure hunting summer, but it was definitely a homage to the most awesome and awful summer ever.

“Y/N,” John B said from the doorway. He smiled as you looked at him through the mirror. “Ready?”

You laughed. “Since I saw her.”

You turned around and walked over to take his outreached elbow.

“You look beautiful.”

The other two boys were waiting in the hall. Smiles broke out on the everyone’s faces as you each took each other in. Each of the boys knew this would happen eventually. You knew they would be there for you no matter who it was. Pope held the turtle-shaped ring box since JJ called for the job as flower girl. JJ took his job proudly and seriously as he held the basket full of flower petals. Kie and you decided not to hear them bitch and moan about wearing anything resembling formal attire so you let them wear whatever they wanted. Luckily, John B was able to talk Pope and JJ out of wearing the tacky tuxedo t-shirts, and they all settled for similar looking beach attire like they used to wear when they were teenagers.

“Let’s get these two hitched! Come on!” JJ yelled and took off down the hall, careful not spill the flower petals. You were impressed.

Pope kissed you on the cheek and asked, “Nervous?”

“Never.”

The three of you walked to the end of the hall. John B and you stopped before you could pass by the wall of windows, so you didn’t see Kiara before it was time. Pope went on just in time to see JJ dancing down the aisle to Crazy in Love by Beyoncé and see his finale.

“Dude! How am I supposed to compete with that?” You heard Pope yell over the music. The crowd starts to laugh before their laughs turn into cheers as Pope does his thing down the aisle.

You shake your head. “I can’t wait to see the wedding video.”

“Oh, yeah, you won’t be disappointed.” John B laughed.

The music switched to the instrumental of If I Could Fly by One Direction that you chose. You almost dragged John B the moment you heard the beginning chords, but you held yourself back and waited for John B to lead you. You forced yourself to wait again until you got to the doorway to look at Kiara. You could already feel the tears build up behind your eyes at the anticipation at how gorgeous she would look like waiting down at the end of the aisle. As people set their sights on you, you could hear gasps and whispers but you thought it was just because of how good you looked. But when you looked up to catch sight of your future wife, you knew that wasn’t what caught their eyes.

In sync, you and Kiara threw your head back and laughed heartily from the pit of your gut. Even with the setting sun behind her, you could clearly see the dress she wore that matched the one you spent hours deciding on before you chose it to wear on your wedding day. From head to toe, you matched. You decided to wear matching flower crowns because there was no way that your dressed would match. The two of you thought it was too insane that you didn’t even have someone check to make sure.

Through an enormous amount of giggles, John B finally got you down the aisle where he handed you off to Kiara before taking his spot next to Sarah on Kiara’s side. Kiara lead you to your spot next to JJ and Pope. Both of your hands went to each other’s face to wipe the tears of laughter away.

“How? How does this happen to us?” You asked.

She laughed some more and said, “Because we’re two of the same. And I love you just the way you are.”

Oh, how you wanted to skip to the kissing part.

[louisepalanker]

Joe Austin

I entered high school at the age of 13 due to a November birthday and no inclination at that time to give an immature little imp like me a cushy, extra year of pre-k. We called it nursery school back then and if you could flush a toilet you were on to Kindergarten.

So, barely out of my tweens, I remember exiting the bus, walking through the doors of Williamsville South High School and  bracing for verbal attack. The kids here were intimidating. I felt so very naive and unsophisticated. I was a chubby, pimply open target. But as I navigated my way towards homeroom, I quickly noticed that nobody noticed me. Middle school had been so stocked with nasty. But refreshingly, High School kids seemed too busy getting to where they were getting and doing what they were doing to side-eye a dorky, incoming Freshman.

And so the year proceeded. I had my Mill Middle School friends and I welcomed new ones. I joined chorus and theater and the newspaper staff and made my way through the year.It was immediately clear to any incoming member of the student body that the biggest name on campus was Joe Austin. He was quarterback of our football team, The Williamsville Billies. (We are a suburb of Buffalo, home of The Bills, and our town name is Williamsville. Our mascot is a billy goat. It’s adorable.) 

Anyway, when I told Media Path Podcast producer Dina Friedman that the star quarterback’s name was Joe Austin she said, “Oh, my God. It may as well have been Johnny Football.” But honestly, that was his name. Joe Austin. I was an obedient Freshman. I went to the obligatory compliment of games and pep rallies. “Go Billies!” I was in dutiful  awe of the team, led to victory by our own Joe Austin. We all understand high school football stardust. It's like having celebrities on your campus. If we passed Joe Austin in a hallway, we’d jab each other and jerk our chins in his direction. You didn’t want to stare but, come on. It was Joe Austin, walking right past us. Carrying books, like a person.

I was so insignificant a high school ripple that the yearbook misspelled my name in the homeroom photo. As you can see, I defiantly carved an “r” IN INK over the “z” in Palankez.The year progressed. The seasons changed. From football to baseball. Joe Austin played baseball because, of course he did. We had absolutely nothing to do with one another. I never spoke to him. I never even imagined speaking to him. 

That’s the year I enrolled in an acting class at The Studio Arena Theater and got to take the Main Street bus downtown and ride home with my Dad. That’s the year I skipped that acting class one day to watch The Cowsills on The Mike Douglas Show in the TV section of AM & A’s department store. That’s the year I become obsessed with the three part vocal harmony stylings of The Lettermen and began collecting their rich catalogue of records. That’s the year O.J. Simpson came over to our house for dinner! That’s the year our theater department put on Mame starring Bob Hinshaw, my actual senior crush. He could sing and dance and by the time he graduated, he had a beard. What a man. I had auditioned for the show with Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head and It turns out that Bacharach is very rangey. So, I was on the stage crew. 

There was a lot going on during my Freshman year of High School. Joe Austin and I were in very separate orbits. The school year came to an end and that summer I decided to learn golf. I believe I was searching for acceptance. My natural interests had met with a ton of interference in our household. I wanted to play the drums, join a little league team, have a paper route, wear baseball caps, hockey skates and high tops. None of the above was “for girls.” So, OK, let’s try golf.

Every golf course has a driving range and a putting green. That’s where you take lessons and practice and both are situated fairly closely to the first tee of the course where there is a tiny building called the starter’s hut or shed. The Starter is an employee who is responsible for the orderly and timely movement of tee times, controlling the pace of play and thus ensuring that golfers are less likely to get beaned by the foursome behind them. The starter was equipped with a clipboard, a watch and a list of names organized into threesomes and foursomes. The job requires comportment, multi-tasking and grace under pressure as country club personalities can often be described as "challenging."

That summer, the starter at our country club was Joe Austin.And that summer, Joe Austin and I became best buddies. Nothing romantic. Just great pals, roaming the Westwood Country Club together, sharpening our games and talking about whatever mattered to us as dusk settled on the golf course. He was a delight. Bright, funny, kind. There was nothing mystical or magical about our friendship. We just liked each other. 

The Universe had presented me with a perfect leveling of compatible humans removed from societal sorting systems such as High School. That’s how it felt from my perspective. To me, Joe had seemed unknowable. It’s possible that to Joe, a country club kid like me was from a different world. It’s hard to know. But absent any organized hierarchy, caste or strata, we were pals.

My friendship with Joe Austin lasted only the course of that summer but the lessons it taught me are sustaining. I belong anywhere I aspire to go. I may have to work to earn entry and acceptance but I can get there and I can build meaningful friendships with kindred souls.

The summer ended. I moved on to three more years of high school. Joe headed off to college or somewhere outside my view. 

We enter each other’s lives to share lessons. I learned a lot from Joe Austin.

[soulwillower]

heat waves • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)  

requested: stanley uris fic where he plays baseball and she plays softball please? best friends to lovers if you can! (bonus for borrowing each other's clothes) 

warnings: softball player! reader, swearing, smut at the end sorry, oral (male receiving), fluff mostly though, i promise, unedited as fuck i wrote this all in the last few hours LOL

i hope u dont mind i added smut at the end

(this was inspired partly by the song heat waves by glass animals but just a bit idk) 

[losers + reader are 18+.]

3.2k words i think

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it was hot.

in fact it was boiling fucking hot, in stan's opinion, and despite loving nearly everything about summer, the heat was the absolute worst of those characteristics by far. 

he sighs as he flies down the backroads, away from the baseball fields and towards his house. he's pushing his curls back from his face and groaning as he feels sweat beads on his forehead, his eyes catching the dying sunlight and making him itch to wash his hands.

it's june, and there's a deep heatwave that hit derry that's caused all the a/c units at the store richie works at to disappear from the shelves, the public pool that bill and eddie work at the become overcrowded with kids and families escaping the heat, and the baseball fields to be extremely blistering as mike, stan, and you had to stand under the sun all day the last two days.

his lips twitch up faintly at the thought of earlier today, when he'd had a ten minute break and had ran over in his spikes with mike to catch an inning of the softball game on the fields adjacent to theirs. 

the only reason they'd gone was to see you play, of course - and to your embarrassment, they'd caught right when you'd stepped to the plate and had hollered "yeah, baby! y/n/n!" loud enough to make everybody in the stands' head turn and embarrassing enough to make you giggle as you waited for the pitch. 

you'd hit a double then, which had also scored in two runs and stan had seen your smile as you stood out at second base, breathing hard and brushing the dirt off your pants. and when he'd waved to you, you waved back with so much pride and excitement that he'd felt his heart skip a beat.

he smiles to himself as he turns the corner into his neighborhood, squinting slightly as the air moves in squiggles feet above the pavement. he swears with a shake of his head - he fucking hates the heat, but the double edged sword of baseball season in the summer makes it worth it. 

his phone buzzes from where it's placed in his cup holder and he grabs it, smiling at the y/n y/l/n !!!!! that pops up at the top. he rolls his eyes as he answers, remembering the time when you'd called him a psychopath for having your full name in his phone contact, claiming you knew for a fact he somehow didn't know any other y/n's, so you’d added the exclamation points ‘just for flare.’ 

he answers, "hey, how was the last game?" he asks as he pulls into his driveway. "we lost." you grumble and he hums as he pulls himself out of the car, leaving his bat bag in the trunk since he's got practice tomorrow. "i'm sorry to hear that. d'you want to come over?" he asks casually as he makes his way inside and sighs at the relief of the air conditioning. "yes, yeah. i do." you say and stan smiles down to the ground at your goofiness. as he enters the kitchen he realizes his parents are out, so he asks, "can you bring food?"

you sigh and he can imagine your grin as you say, "god, the shit i do for you, uris. why can't we go together?" you whine. he snorts, "but i have to shower." he tries to reason, but you retort, "i just spend thirteen hours in the heat too, stan, i need to shower as well."

he smiles, walking up the stairs towards his room. "alright, alright. we can go together, just come over and you can shower here."

"did i mention i love you?" you sigh, almost dreamily. stan stops in his tracks, heart stopping and mouth going dry but still grinning as he hears his name yelled by a voice in the background of your line and you hiss back a muffled, "shut up!"

his face is red as he mutters, "yeah, yeah. love you too, y/n/n. i'll see you soon."

your voice echoes in his head as he stares at the tiles of his shower the entire time he's showering. did i mention i love you? as the ice cold water cascades over his sore muscles, relaxing him and breathing energy back into his tired body, he can't get you out of his head. 

your voice, your hair, the way you have so much confidence on the field and yet are the sweetest and funniest person he's every met. as his mind wanders, he thanks god that his shower is freezing and he groans, trying to stop imagining his best friend while he's in the shower.

did i mention i love you?

he steps out soon after that, feeling like a bit of a creep. as he ruffles his towel-dry hair, he hears his front door open. opening the door to the bathroom, he's suddenly facing you, clad in your dirty uniform, your visor still on your head and a tired but happy smile on your face. "where's donny and andrea?" you ask and stan shrugs, chuckling a bit at your dumb nickname for his father, "think they had some meeting and went out after." he's not really focused though, because he's aware that he is standing with only a red towel hanging low on his hips as you stand in front of him, your cheeks red and eyes wide, bouncing around him and avoiding eye contact, flustered as you clear your throat.

did i mention i love you?

he grabs his dirty uniform to sweep into the laundry and gets you a fresh towel, gathering clothes for you to change into before residing to his own bedroom. the shower turns on right as he pulls on his shirt and flops back onto his mattress.

he can't get you off his mind, which isn't necessarily a new development, but ever since the heat wave, his mind has been stuck in a loop that's never ending. y/n, baseball, y/n, baseball, y/n, y/n, y/n....

did i mention i love you?

it's hot in his room and he stares at the patterns in his ceiling, lifting a brow as the spots morph in and out of shapes and suddenly it's back to you, your angelic face in his vision and he almost groans. he loves you way too much, he thinks. 

he knows every single feature about you; enough so that your face, beautiful and clear as always, appears in his vision and he's fucked because he knows he’s still be able to remember where every feature, mark or blemish on your face is, even when you're not with him.

even though he knows that your relationship is just platonic, he still finds himself imagining his lips exploring the expanse of your neck and he yearns to touch every part of you, to be touched by you. he can't get you out of his mind.

the shower shuts off so he sits up and rubs his eyes - the danger and power the you have over him almost makes him laugh, especially because if you knew half the things he thought about you, you'd probably kill him.

he's smiling dumbly, thinking about the time you and bill got caught sneaking onto the derry golf course and made richie and stan pick you two up, right as you pad into his room.

"i look like a dumbass, stan!" you groan, lifting your arms as you spin a bit, and he almost dies. he has to shake his head to avoid you seeing his blush because you're standing in front of him, wearing his baseball team practice shirt that has his last name on it and his gym shorts, cinched at the waist to keep them on you and neither things fit you very well but he thinks he's going to lose it because his heart feels so warm. 

your hair is wet and making the shirt totally wet where the ends of the strands touch, your skin bright from washing off the eyeblack you'd worn all day. he's so lost in the image of you that you have to repeat yourself.

"stan! stop looking at me, oh my god i want to die." you shove your face into your hands and laugh. he shakes his head rid of his stupor and stands from his bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "you look incredible right now, y/n. let's go, i'm hungry."

he grabs the hoodie he'd insisted you order for him early last year - with your club team's logo on it and a big, white #2 and your last name on the back. he knows it's too hot to actually wear it, but he's going to take it because you always get cold under his car's a/c.

he's not always the best at approaching you in a way that is comforting, but you beam at him as you follow him out towards his car. you're both walking slowly through the hot nighttime air, half because the air is so thick it feels like you're wading, but half from the exhausting day you'd both had. 

every muscle in stan's body aches as he pulls himself into the driver's seat, making sure everything was straight and in place. he doesn't even blush when he turns the key twice before starting the ignition, knowing that you don't mind and even show affection towards his compulsions after all this time. his heart thumps at the thought.

"where to?" you yawn as you ask and he can feel your eyes on him as he's leaning back, backing his car out of the driveway. he flushes once again under your beautiful gaze.

stan then finds himself in the back of his trunk at the quarry, the windows still up because you insisted it'd be too hot with the door open. he'd listened to you because you're you - but if it had been bill, or eddie, or ben, or mike or bev or especially richie he would have groaned and complained about how bad it was for his battery to keep the a/c running.

but it was you, so he did it with a smile on his face and a thump in his heart. you're sitting with your knees touching, stomachs full of fries, burgers, and vanilla milkshakes.

you're still working on your milkshake, spooning it into your mouth slowly as you tell stan a story about your day. "-and she slid under the tag - no, don't look at me like that, she was under it! - and the fucking ump called her out." you grumble, glaring into your milkshake. stan just grins, taking in your natural hair and how it's framing your face, the way your legs gleam in the moonlight and showcase the random bruises you have from taking pitches to the legs.

he forgets to respond and you look up at him, lifting a brow. "oh, yeah, i got a few bruises." you mutter, examining your leg yourself. you perk up, "look at this one! it's got stitch marks!" you say enthusiastically, pulling your bare thigh up so it's across stan's lap, scooting closer to him. he gulps, the proximity of you to him making it hard to focus as you run your fingers over the skin.

"shit." he mutters, hingers falling to touch the purple skin that was blossoming in a faint circle, red and purple stitch marks from the softball etching their way onto your skin. "that must've stung." he adds, eyes glued to your bare leg. you hum in agreement and suddenly your eyes are meeting his and he can't breathe at all.

you're closer than he'd expected as you straighten up, leg falling flat against his lap as you stare deep into each other's eyes. yours are swimming with wonder as you watch him, and he almost jumps when your hand lands on his shoulder. "what're you thinking? you're in your head a lot tonight, stan." you say gently, with all the care in the world and he doesn't really feel the usual twinge of guilt he feels for being more reserved than usual - instead he just feels like he may explode if he doesn't just tell you.

"y/n." he says it so quietly that all he can hear is the first part of your name. "uh-i... uh, maybe it's the heat wave, but..." he shakes his head, knowing that excuse with not work. you're too smart to believe a fib that simple. he sighs.

"no. no, i just- sometimes all that i think about is you." he says, his hand falling to rub over your bare thigh. he feels your muscles tense under his palm and he searches your eyes, his stomach tying itself into knots of anxiety as he waits patiently.

"what-what do you mean?" you ask softly, eyes flickering between his and he bites his lips, looking out to the quarry quickly before looking at you. he thinks about the days you've spent together with the others down at the water, all the drunken nights where you find your way to the clubhouse you'd all built in middle school.

he thinks about how you always, always make it to his games when you're not also playing; how you always sit at the far top right of the bleachers and scream his name loud enough that he can hear you even when he's way out in center field, how you always wear his away uniform jersey and give it back to him with a hug after the games. he thinks about all the hours the two of you have spent together at derry's batting cages, competitively keeping tallies of how many line drives you can each hit.

"stan?" you ask again softly, biting your lip. "i think about you too." you tell him, and he shakes his head, knowing that you aren't totally understanding him (but that's definitely not your fault).

"i think i love you."

he says it louder than intended, and it slices through the midnight air in a way that makes the world stagnant. he swears, even the frogs stop croaking, the cicadas stop buzzing, the wind stops blowing through the leaves in the forest.

"like... like you love me?" you ask, your leg still across his lap, hand still on his shoulder reassuring him that you at least weren't completely disgusted by his admission.

"like i'm in love with you." he reiterates, looking straight into your apprehensive eyes as he says it. it takes barely a split second before you're smiling at him in a grin that knocks the wind right out of stan's chest again. 

"what made you decide that?" you ask with a huge, breathtakingly sweet smile as your hands slide to hold his neck. he huffs a laugh, unsure still, "dunno. lots of things - everything about you, really." he mumbles, feeling slightly stupid but still incredibly giddy as you lean closer.

"well i'm in love with you, stan." you say, lips ghosting over his. he grins, the feeling of you so close to him making his fingers tingle as one hand stays on your thigh, the other falling to your hip.

he can't speak, so instead he closes the gap. your lips are warm against him - your whole body is - as you come to life, kissing him like you've been doing it your whole life. you whimper lightly and it makes him sigh with pleasure, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tasting the vanilla of your milkshake on your tongue.

slowly, you slide onto his lap and his hands move up your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his tongue swiping against your plush lips. you're straddling him, cupping his jaw with both hands as you accept his tongue, yours caressing his sweetly and he wonders why you haven't been doing this your whole life.

he pushes against you, pulling you closer to him as you pull back for breath. "i've wanted to do that for so long." you mutter lowly as his lips immediately attach to the soft expanse of your skin, his fingers tickling down your bare thighs. he grins as he feels goosebumps form under his palms, biting down and sucking the soft skin on your throat, eliciting a moan from you. 

he pulls back a bit, "me too." he says, lips peppering kisses all the way up to your lips and catching them again, your hand sliding into his har and tugging on the strands.

you slowly grind against him and he groans at the feeling of you around him, the pleasure making his mind fuzzy as all he can think about it you. 

and then he’s dying because you’re trailing a hand down to palm him through his pants and all he can do is groan a bit against your chest and look at you because holy shit.

 you slide off his lap and down on to your knees in the small space between his legs, watching him with those beautiful doe eyes as you slide down his shorts slowly. 

he’s watching, lip caught between his teeth as you pull him free from where he strains against his boxers, licking your lips and pumping his base a few times. he grunts as your hand moves, the feeling making him twitch in pleasure. his cock is dripping precum and you slowly reach your tongue out, swirling around his tip. he lets out a dejected moan and grips your shoulders as you slowly take him into your mouth, wet and warm and perfect.”good girl.” he mutters quietly through his bliss and he notices how you flush under the praise, your tongue flattening as you take him further in. 

 as you bob your head down and try to take as much of him as you can, you look up through your lashes to watch him, the eye contact making his legs weak.

 his lips are parted, watching as you suck him off as his hips twitch, hands playing with your hair through his pleasure. "fuck, y/n..." he moans as you start to bob your head quicker, lifting one of your hands to grab his own. he lets you guide his hand to the back of your head and you gently put pressure on it.

he thinks he might faint as he realizes what you want. slowly, he pushes you further down on his cock and he gasps at the tight feeling of you gagging around him. 

 he groans, “you like that, hm?” quietly as you whimper around his cock, the vibrations nearing him to his high. “holy shit.” he mutters to himself as he moves your head, the lewd noises of his cock in your mouth and his moans filling up the car. 

you take him as far into your mouth as you can and he feels you try to relax as he gently pushes you further down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. you moan, the vibrations pushing him to the edge as his hips buck up slightly.

you choke and pull off of him, catching your breath as you make eye contact, “being so good for me.” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as he watches you pump him. you smile, cheeks pink from the praise and he almost swoons with how fucking perfect you look. 

he lets out a low moan at your warm mouth taking him in, bobbing up and down. his hands push you down onto him again and he holds you there while he gently thrusts up, your hands on his thighs. he tilts his head back, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss. 

its only a few seconds and he barely gets out a, "fuck, y/n, i'm gonna-" before he's spilling into your mouth. to his surprise, you moan around him and slowly lick him up and swallow, looking up at him with a tired smile.

“holy shit.” he says yet again, staring at you as you pull his shorts back up and bite your lip. he pulls you into a kiss and he can taste himself on your lips, making his stomach flip. 

"date me." he says quickly as he pulls back, his cheeks flushed from the taste of you on his tongue and the post-orgasmic bliss. you pull back, grinning. "well you don't have to be so polite about it." your voice sounds fucked-out and kind of raw and he’s certainly a dead man. 

he chuckles, rolling his eyes at your sarcastic tone. he loves you so fucking much.  "fine. y/n, please be my girlfriend. i want to be your boyfriend, i want us to date. please, will you go out with me?" his voice is dead-pan, but he's serious about it, and you can tell by his boyish grin.

you laugh, shaking your head. "god, was that so hard?" you ask, your hands rubbing over his chest, where his muscles tense in soreness. he then realizes you're still straddling him and how fucking sore you must be. he pulls you closer.

and then you pull him in for another kiss, both of your teeth clashing slightly from your grins. you didn't even explicitly say yes, stan wants to say, but instead he mutters, "did i mention i love you?"

you smile, cheeks red. “you might have mentioned it.” you say bashfully. he grins, kissing your cheek sweetly, hand running up your thigh slowly. “can i taste you, babylove?” he mumbles against your skin and he feels you shiver as you let out a quiet moan. 

you grin, kissing him on the lips, “why dont we go back to your place...can i stay the night?” you ask, cheeks aflame as you look at him. “i want to take our time.” you add. 

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and he nods, grinning at you. “fuck- yes, yes you can. of course.” he says, smiling at you. you kiss him heatedly, grinning as you pull back and lean over to crawl back to the passenger seat. stan slaps your ass lightly as you do and you squeal, grinning back at him with a lifted brow, “c’mon, uris. you’re scoring tonight.”

he rolls his eyes at your cheesy words and groans a bit, but he can’t ignore the butterflies that thrash in his chest nonetheless. 

you love him.

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[rye-views]

Cheaper by the Dozen 2 (2005) dir. Adam Shankman. 7.3/10

Love the intellectual, twin girls.

A v white trip.

I love seeing the feels within Elliot and Sarah.

Spoiler: [About Nora being pregnant with her husband, Bud McNulty. The Bakers attend Lorraine’s high school graduation and at the party, Tom applauds her on her internship at Allure Magazine. Bud also announces that he has a new job in Houston, so he and Nora would be moving there. Tom wanted the family to go to the football game after, but everyone flakes. Sarah is the only one to join. They go home and Tom and Kate see that Lorraine was looking through old photos of their family. They reminisce on old trips to Lake Winnetka, where they always lost the Labor Day Cup to the Murtaughs. Tom decides they should have one more trip to the lake as a family. The family eventually agrees to go and they find that their old cabin, owned by Mike Romanow, is very rundown and shabby. They look at a nearby house and are in awe. Tom learns from Mike that it’s owned by Jimmy Murtaugh, Tom’s competitive enemy. Mike also says they’re invited to the club for dinner later since it’s now a private club. The family finds a hoarding rat called The Chiseler. They are shocked it’s still alive since they’ve seen it many times in the past. They head to the dinner where Tom remeets Jimmy, who is now a wealthy man married to Sarina, a younger woman. Jimmy has 8 kids, who he raises with strict guidance. Sarah remeets Elliot, who she gets attracted to as they skate together. Mark brings fireworks in a backpack and talks with Kenny Murtaugh, who usually gets him into trouble. Mark’s fireworks accidentally get set off, causing havoc. Jimmy and Tom talk and Jimmy references his obedient family. Lorraine arrives after apartment hunting in New York. The kids have breakfast and express their desire to hang out at the Murtaugh’s cool place. Tom starts fixing up their own place as best he can. He suggests a camp out and they sing at the campfire while the Murtaughs try to outsing them from their home. In the morning, Tom finds that none of the kids slept in the tents. Jimmy invites them to lunch at his place and he flaunts his wealth and family achievements to Tom. Charlie starts hanging out with Anne, who he finds attractive. He sees her back tattoo and she makes him not tell her dad since she’s not allowed to have one. Sarah goes motorboating and Elliot thinks she’s so cool. Tom recruits Sarah to prank Jimmy with whatever means possible. She ends up putting meat in his chair so that Gunner can attack, but Tom ends up switching seats with him, so Gunner attacks him. The lunch is chaos as Jimmy’s Thailand plates get destroyed. Elliot and Sarah go kneeboarding together and Tom joins them. He mentions her liking him during lunch and she walks off upset. Lorraine tries to mediate, but is brushed off too. Charlie and Anne talk about what they want from their futures even though their dads have different plans. Charlie wants to start a garage while Anne wants to be an artist. Tom and Kate have a tennis match with Jimmy and Sarina. The men get competitive and selfish. They are interrupted by Mark and Kenny crashing into the place with a golf cart. Sarah gets caught stealing makeup from the store. Jimmy mentions that Tom’s way of parenting is the reason his kids are screw ups. Kate talks with Sarah about makeup and boys. Tom makes his kids focus on a schedule to train for the Labor Day competition. He trains them rigorously as they resent it. Kate and Sarina bond as they talk about their husbands’ competitiveness and their thoughts on their children. Sarah asks Tom if she can go to the movies on a date with Elliot later. He reluctantly agrees. Sarah gets Lorraine’s help to look prettier. They go on their date until Tom decides to go secretly to watch them. He sees Jimmy spying too. They squabble and ruin the date. Tom goes to the competition with only Nigel and Kyle since everyone else refuses. The rest of the family try to catch the Chiseler and end up breaking the wall. They discover all the old things that were hoarded there including the family Baker flag for the competitions. They decide to go. There’s egg tosses, archery, diving, and so on. The Bakers and

Murtaughs are at a tie so they have one last round of a canoe race. Tom backs out since Nora is pregnant. Nora refuses and they race. Nora’s water breaks in the race and they try to get Jimmy’s help, but he focuses on the competition. The Bakers head to land. Jimmy’s family dives into the water one by one after they confront their dad of all their resentments. They go to help the Bakers. They’re at the hospital as Jimmy and Tom talk about their families. Anne and Charlie bring up their future plans and the dads learn to agree. Nora has a son and Lorraine is the godparent. He’s named Tom. Tom learns to approve of his children growing up.]