Anyone who leads a plow animal onto the links can, in my opinion, golf ox themselves.
Currently, I raise chickens on golf courses. But maybe I can par lay that into something bigger?
Golf makes me so nervous that I puke. I guess that’s barf for the course.
Parsimony: when someone cheats at golf and then bribes a priest for forgiveness.
I wanted to go golfing but spent my day covered in dog vomit. I guess that’s barf for the curs.