All of the Tanners crew played golf in the morning. What an insane day it was. Sunny, rainy, sunny, rainy, and still shit piles of fun. Where else can you play 18 holes, on the beach no less, for $40 bucks? There was a catch though, cash only. Who the eff still rolls cash? Either way I stayed consistent the whole game, consistently inconsistent, and we all had a great morning.
Harper was pretty easy to find on the course with his Agent Orange polo on. This would be the 10th hole where about 12 of us decided to tee off.
Here we are, a danger to the public. The course bar had a picture of Tanner's late Uncle Stan inside. It made his day.