Years ago, my brother and cousin were playing his course in San Antonio. Having a few cocktails on the front nine. They made the turn and Lee’s son was working the pro-shop. My cousin took a liking to a Cleveland wedge, but not in favor of the price. He started negotiating and Trevino looked and stated, “ I might be Mexican, but this ain’t Mexico.

There's just some things that can't be explained

Is that a come along stickin out of his drawers?

That's no [censored]. Don't drive through a college campus these days - kids with earbuds in, eyes on the phone and not paying any attention crossing the street.

She better watch out if he dreaming of pig hunting.

This is not directed at anyone on this forum.