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Money-Whipped Steer-Job 91: [We] bagged the Tuesday night bridge game and hired a limo [. . .] and went off fondle Miami’s delights.at bag, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 91: [We] bagged the Tuesday night bridge game and hired a limo [. . .] and went off fondle Miami’s delights. Money-Whipped Steer-Job 104: It rained like a bitch the day before the Players Championship.at like a bitch (adv.) under bitch, n.1
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 207: ‘We thought of beaver . . . wool . . . gash . . . donut . . . taco . . . c-word, of course . . . snatch . . . boat . . . box . . . clump . . . slice’ .at boat, n.1
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 133: She waved a hello at us. Her pretty face was slightly flushed, the look of a woman who’d already gotten half-boxed.at boxed, adj.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 45: The briefcases were running things by then. [...]. A lot of the old movie stars and amateur regulars are no longer around. They’ve been replaced by briefcases, friends and neighbors of briefcases, and celebrities .at briefcase, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 206: As ships go, the QE2 can lead my armada anytime. I boarded that dude in New York on July 7.at dude, n.1
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 190: Only six of us had a reasonable chance to win the Open in the last round. Six of us within four shots of one another. Everybody else was eating dust.at eat dust (v.) under eat, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 167: They were throwing off, losing games to gimps, and they didn’t care because they were too rich.at gimp, n.2
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 140: [S]he could visit the North Park Mall and hit on Neiman’s and all the other fancy Dallas stores that women like to slap around with their plastic.at hit on, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 5: Other than Ben Crenshaw, who lives in the past and wishes his balls were gutta-percha, nobody else on the tour can jack with me on golf history.at jack with, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 65: I was playing jam-up, lights-out tee to green.at jam-up, adv.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 50: Totaled up, that gave me 284, a tie for fourth, and $165,00 [sic] to put in the kick.at kick, n.4
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 20: I remember him turning to the obituaries in the Light & Shopper and saying, ‘Here we go again—four pepperbellies and three stove lids’.at stove lid, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 167: They were throwing off, losing games to gimps, and they didn’t care because they were too rich.at throw off, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 121: I moaned to her about how I’d been taken hostage in Pebble Beach, and how Cheryl had found out about it and was making me piss blood.at piss blood (v.) under piss, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 185: [Y]ou can’t help but be pumped about the fact that you’re playing in the U.S. of Open [sic].at pumped, adj.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 213: I could throw off, tank the deal, miss the cut, and be off the reservation by Friday night .at off the reservation (adj.) under reservation, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 207: ‘We thought of beaver . . . wool . . . gash . . . donut . . . taco . . . c-word, of course . . . snatch . . . boat . . . box . . . clump . . . slice’ .at slice, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 154: I’m just your average money winner out here who scores his share of pussy [...] and it don’t matter none to me whether they’re spitters or swallowers.at spitter, n.2
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 3: ‘Or he has a surfboard under his arm and the only thing he can say is ‘Grab your stick, dude, there’s a swell at Pipeline’.at stick, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 187: I was listening to Knut along with his IMG agent, Killer Tom McBride, the only agent with enough stroke to be in there [i.e. the contestants’ tent at the U.S. Open Golf Tournament].at stroke, n.2
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 154: I’m just your average money winner out here who scores his share of pussy [...] and it don’t matter none to me whether they’re spitters or swallowers.at swallower, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 15: I grab me a W every year or so. I swoop close to a million a year in official money now.at swoop, v.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 207: ‘We thought of beaver . . . wool . . . gash . . . donut . . . taco . . . c-word, of course . . . snatch . . . boat . . . box . . . clump . . . slice’ .at taco, n.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 213: I could throw off, tank the deal, miss the cut, and be off the reservation by Friday night .at tank, v.1
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 51: J. Rodney insisted I join them for dinner three straight nights in the Lodge, his tickets.at ticket, n.1
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 53: I could only stare at her like an idiot [...] A body that looked ‘quite useful,’ as an Australian would describe it.at useful, adj.
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 205: I was happy for Buddy Stark, grabbing himself a W like that, his first victory of the year.at W, n.3
Money-Whipped Steer-Job 75: Saturday I went out and holed almost everything I looked at [...] I waltzed past the three lurkers.at waltz, v.
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