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JOHNNNNY
20:20 mark, King: “put the fishing rod on it”
Big John: *casually starts reeling backwards
Taco golf is from nz 🇳🇿
Instead of playing with each other big john and king have to face each other for $1000
Big muthafuking John dropping eagles and Banguing Singles!!
Big John's alone could unite the Korea's 🇰🇷
Dod ! You are the man ! Screw all these keyboard warriors that you teach a lesson ! Here is the thing I’m an OG DOD was smashing them off the deck, fairway bunkers on far 5. Maybe use the driver to punch one 10 feet high and 100 yards long. If you ever get someone talking some smack around my area. I’m 10 minutes away from The Villages tell ‘em you’ll whip his and his dad’s ass and give me the honor and privilege of teaming you up with for a round ! I did fall of the wagon for years and been on the Tees hard but check out a couple shots from today ! I still got it. The 3rd shot looks bad but fit actually was just a nice low draw that worked out great tracer just couldn’t follow it right ! Hopefully I can figure out how to share therm to you !
big john all time vibes guy
BIG JOHN is the EAGLE KING.
I may have missed it. Need to know what that putter is that Big John is using
Bad day to be big johns belt
I would rather play a round with Big John without the DOD 😁
Big ups to Big John putting his big ball in small holes.
Big john is not the stepdad everybody wants but he’s the stepdad everybody needs
"The odds of making a shot don't matter if you just make it."
– Big John
The WAW series is awesome! Carter, please work Big John into the 2v2 rounds, because he's a good player. Big John would be a great player if he junked his putter and used a Scotty Cameron Newport 2.5.
DOD is losing more now, since he went to Mizuno. Bad clubs, I mean really bad.
Big shout out to the king from a huge Aussie fan! Congrats big John on the phat hope out!
The mirror was almost better than the eagle.
🍻🎯WHOISTHEMAN? BIGJOHNISTHEMAN!🏌🍻
@bigjohn aka mini Joey cold cuts. Keep that big bird flyin
Big John everyone is hyping you up but I’m here to CELEBRATE! Let’s get that round together going and I got all the major happy dads and high noons on deck my boy! You decide don’t want to playa. Round or do you want to celebrate that eagle through 18!! Balls in your court Big John. The seltzers will be waiting for your 📞
“I just wanted to give you an object” sent me 😂😂😂😂
Big John aka "rocky balbaboa" 😅
Johnny single handedly has all the cougar moms dripping in their depends from that pitch-in. Truly untouchable excellence. Wakes up a pisses a full gallon of excellence. What a time to be alive.
Big John, you look like someone who spends his disposable income paying to have tea parties with children smuggled over the southern border.
Gonna make an instagram account just to help out Big John
Big John was known all around the town of Mooseknuckle for his impressive size and his equally impressive appetite for adventure. He was the kind of guy who could chop down a tree in one swing and eat a dozen donuts without breaking a sweat. But there was one thing Big John had never tried—golf.
One day, after watching the Mooseknuckle Open on TV, Big John decided it was time to take up the sport. He marched down to the local sporting goods store and bought the biggest set of clubs they had. The clubs were still a bit small for him, but Big John wasn't the type to be deterred by minor inconveniences like that.
The next Saturday, Big John showed up at the Mooseknuckle Country Club, ready to play his first round. The other golfers couldn’t help but stare; it wasn’t every day you saw a man who looked like he could drive a golf ball to the next town over.
Big John stepped up to the first tee, carefully placed his ball, and took a deep breath. He swung with all his might, and the golf club whistled through the air. The ball shot off the tee like a rocket, soaring high into the sky. Everyone craned their necks to follow its flight.
Then came the sound. It was a loud *thwack*, followed by a distant *crash*. Big John had hit the ball so hard that it sailed over the course, across the highway, and straight through the window of Old Man Jenkins' barn. The cows were not amused.
Undeterred, Big John moved on to the next hole. This time, he decided to take a bit off his swing. He wound up, swung, and sent the ball hurtling down the fairway. It bounced once, twice, and then—*plop*—landed right in the middle of the pond. Big John scratched his head, then shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to practice my swimming.”
By the time he reached the ninth hole, Big John had sent three balls into the woods, two into the pond, and one into a hot dog stand. The other golfers were in awe. Not because of his accuracy, but because Big John was having the time of his life. Every mis-hit was followed by a booming laugh and a grin as wide as a golf cart.
Finally, Big John reached the eighteenth hole. He was determined to finish strong. He took a deep breath, lined up his shot, and swung with all the precision he could muster. The ball flew straight and true, landing on the green with a soft thud.
But Big John wasn’t done. As he walked up to the green, he noticed something was off. The hole seemed awfully small, and the flag was waving in the wind. Big John took out his putter, lined up his shot, and gently tapped the ball. It rolled… and rolled… and kept rolling, right past the hole and off the green.
Big John scratched his head again, then took another look at the flag. That’s when he realized he wasn’t aiming at the golf hole—he was aiming at a gopher hole! The gopher popped its head out just as the ball rolled by, chattering angrily before diving back underground.
Big John couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I guess that’s a hole-in-one in the gopher’s book!” The other golfers joined in the laughter, and from that day on, Big John became a legend at the Mooseknuckle Country Club—not for his golfing skills, but for his ability to make every round an unforgettable adventure.