Four best friends—Jack, Sam, Tim, and Harry—decided to spend their Saturday afternoon playing golf. It was a beautiful day at the Green Meadows Country Club, and they were ready for an unforgettable game. Little did they know, their day was about to become legendary.

Jack, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of fine beverages, brought along a cooler filled with what he called “golfer’s juice,” a potent mix of whiskey, beer, and some mysterious homemade concoction. “This will putt us in the right mood!” he declared, and the others cheered.

The first hole went smoothly enough, but by the time they reached the third, the “golfer’s juice” was taking effect. Tim attempted to hit his ball out of a sand trap but instead, somehow, managed to launch it straight up, only to have it land on his own head. “Forehead!” he shouted, as the rest of them doubled over in laughter.

By the ninth hole, they were staggering more than walking, using their clubs for support. Sam insisted he could outdrive Tiger Woods, and in his attempt, he whiffed so hard he spun around and fell into a water hazard. “Hole in one!” Harry exclaimed, though no one was sure what he meant.

At the clubhouse turn, they decided to “refuel” with more drinks. After several rounds of margaritas, they were feeling invincible. Harry found a golf cart and convinced the others they should take it for a joyride. “We’ll set a course record for sure!”

They zoomed off the course, through the parking lot, and eventually found themselves at the local airport, which was conveniently located next door. In their inebriated state, they mistook the runway for a new, extremely long fairway. “The 19th hole!” Jack declared triumphantly.

Spotting a private jet with an open door, the four friends stumbled aboard, thinking it was some sort of luxury clubhouse. “Fancy service here,” Tim slurred, falling into a plush seat. Before they knew it, they were airborne.

Hours later, they woke up to a stewardess announcing their descent into Bangkok, Thailand. “We hope you enjoyed your flight,” she said, smiling. The friends blinked in confusion. “Thailand? I thought we were going to the clubhouse,” Sam muttered.

Disoriented but undeterred, they decided to make the most of their unexpected adventure. They spent the next week exploring Thailand, golfing on exotic courses, and enjoying the local nightlife. They even made friends with a Thai golf pro who taught them how to improve their game.

When they finally made it back home, their story became the stuff of legend at Green Meadows Country Club. They were forever known as “The Four Fore!” and their epic journey was recounted in hushed tones around the clubhouse bar.

Jack, Sam, Tim, and Harry agreed on one thing: it had been the best game of golf they never finished. And from then on, whenever they played, they made sure to stick to the fairways—and maybe just a little less “golfer’s juice.”

Yours truly,

Socially Out Of Bounds (SOB)