So, do you think you have the balls? No, really. Do you think you have what it takes to play a round of Pirate's Cove Adventure Golf?
Well, I have news for you. You don't.
What's that? You say you've skied down Mt. Everest wearing nothing but a tutu while being chased by a rabid yak? Pffft.
You say you've wrestled Komodo Dragons on the isle of Borneo during a typhoon? Puh-lease!
I don't care if you've jumped out of an airplane with nothing but a Ziploc sandwich bag and some dental floss and survived. It doesn't impress me.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can prepare you for the adventure that awaits you at Pirate's Cove. I'd be amazed if you weren't praying for the sweet release of death by the second hole.
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It is so NOT the Largest Pirate's Cove in the US. WHat a bunch of liars.
Mmmmmmmm, sweet release of death.
I've played Mayday Golf...but I take it by your tone that that's not enough to prepare me. Should I just kill myself now, er...?"
I hear you dude, trying to putt to save par while having your timbers shivered isn't fun!
Bullshit. It's nothing compared to my old mini-golf extravaganza...
...which was in a strip mall...
...which is now an office chair outlet store.
I played this course in the summer of '06. It was 98 degrees outside and I had a fully packed diaper-bag backpack on and was playing with three boys. One was 34, one was four and the other 1.
I got a tatoo that said, "I survived Pirate's Cove" and I've never gone back.
I survived Pirate's Cove in Florida with in-laws and I was praying for the sweet release of death at the ticket counter.
I survived Pirate's Cove in Florida with in-laws and I was praying for the sweet release of death at the ticket counter.
I think it's flooded now, and the ship has sunk. There's just a bunch of floating colored balls, and the stench of scurvy.
what if you have a wooden leg and a pet crocodile?
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