Looks like John Daly was just being John Daly one week after The Masters field was left so unfortunately devoid of his big dick swinging presence. Whatever. Daly has better things to do than gun for a green jacket at Augusta–there’s a lot of beer in this world that needs drank, and cigarettes puffed.
There are also a lot of hot, blonde, lunatic females that feel the need to have golf balls teed up in between their lips and crushed down fairways by a 193rd ranked golfer in the world.
God, Daly can get a hold of them.
From what I hear, it’s not his first time lining one up on someone’s mouth, but I think it’s safe to say this laughable little blonde chick is probably the hottest to ever have the luxury.
I’m just praying for the days when the PGA allows tricks like this to happen on tour for bonus points.