Annual 2025 Chaaaweewee e Golf Trip!
Alright you filthy animals —
It's that sacred weekend again. The one where we leave behind responsibilities, common sense, and any chance of playing sober golf. This isn’t the PGA, this is the Boys Annual Drunk-Off, where birdies are rare, bogeys are plenty, and the beer never stops flowing.
We came to swing clubs, talk shit, and black out by hole 12 — and we’re all outta fucks to give. So grab your beers, lose your dignity, and let’s turn this so-called “golf trip” into a full-blown shit show like only we can.
Play hard. Drink harder. And remember: if you're not hungover, you're disqualified.
Let the chaos begin, motherfuckers.
Who
we are
In this elite group, we’ve got a few guys who can actually golf… and then there’s the rest of us — hacking up fairways, topping drives, and somehow still thinking we’re winning. Every round is a war zone of bad decisions, triple bogeys, and beer-fueled delusion. And don’t worry, our resident old guy is here too — keeping the group somewhat classy while secretly outdriving half of us and reminding us that “back in his day” the hangovers didn’t last three days.
This weekend isn’t about scorecards — it’s about pride, chaos, and who can talk the most shit while missing a 3-foot putt. So grab a cold one, swing like you mean it, and may the least hungover man win.
