POV You’re at Lunch with the Golf Girl 🏌️♀️⛳️
Yes, miss. Are you friends with the lunch lady? Oh, no. My daddy hired her as my personal caddy. Do you need a napkin? Still here? Sorry, miss. So, you were saying? Is that caviar? Yes. I only feed my clubs the best. Tinsley, it’s an object. See, we do this to separate ourselves from less fortunate clubs like your own. I don’t play golf. What’s that? Adam Driver is thirsty. Does anyone else here want a water? Sure. If you’re getting Never mind. Shopright water. I’m sorry. Might as well drink urine. I’m thinking of getting a golf inspired piercing. Where? On my eyebrows. 18 of them. I don’t get it. 18 holes in golf. But why the eyebrows? You literally don’t know anything. Who wants to watch me put this into Katie’s mouth? No way. That’s dangerous. Can you just like move it over a little bit to the side? No. No. My father will hear of this. It’s not this again.
