Lessons Learned In Myrtle Beach

Upon a successful arrival home from a golf trip to Myrtle Beach, the following truths have become self evident:

• Blin likes to hunt where there is no game
• If there is game, Blin likes to leave before getting the kill
• Mutant inbred squirrels abound the local golf courses
• Bao-ber is a Blasian whose name means "Shithead"
• Gilly always birdies the last hole
• Gilly likes adventures
• Even KB hits a wall sometimes, and definately does not like waking up early
• KB hates stragglers
• The native language of Baober includes "Dang," "Fuke," "Oh, maaaan," "Come on, Bao"
• KB hits pool balls really hard, and birdie putts really soft 
• When Baober gets scotch-drunk, he just leans on the bar with a stupid smirk on his face
• Security guards will break into your hotel room and get all up in your face if you yell off the balcony too much
• Natives are shocked that two Asians (or one asian and one Blasian) and two white guys can be friends with each other
• A year without driving made KB forget how to pump gas
• Blin does not know how to pull out of a parking spot
• Actually, any kind of parking gets Blin real nervous, and occassionally makes him leave the car in neutral and the door wide open while he walks away
• Blin will accept a lap dance upon hearing a woman breathe
• Everybody loves Country Roads
• Gilly and KB are unstoppable at foosball
• People like to offer to sell drugs to KB
• Blin's golf game has regressed to the point where the over/under on holes actually finished is about 7.5
• Baober gives off a strong gay vibe, as upon requesting a hotel room to share with Gilly, he was given a king size bed, and upon requesting a suite that sleeps 4, he was given a standard room with two queens (Blin and Gilly) as well as only two beds