2001 Golf Course

2001 is a lame club that reminds me of a dated miniature golf course. I used to dream of stroking my puts here, but now there are better places, especially with $25 for admission and water and the female caddies are not up to the previous standards.

The club feels cramped, the stools are not comfortable, and there are not many seats. The night’s DJ, who had a grey beard and a fedora, was very annoying; he was screaming about putting your hands together. Do I look like a freaking walrus? Why don’t you put your hands together, you douche bag?

At first, there was a hot tanned dancer who seemed to be wearing a wig, and her dance moves did help me develop an erection.