The Booty Report

Avast ye scallywags! The landline still be kickin' at the Masters, arrr! Ye best believe it, mateys!

2024-04-13

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags at Augusta National Golf Club be banishing cellphones like a cursed treasure, but the clever patrons be using the ancient art of shoutin' to make their calls. It be a sight to behold, I tell ye!

Arrr mateys, listen up ye scallywags! Augusta National Golf Club, that sacred ground where only the finest golfers be allowed to tread, hath long banned the use of those accursed contraptions called cellphones. But fear not, for the crafty patrons of this fine establishment have found a way to communicate with their landlubbing friends and kinfolk.
Ye see, these clever scoundrels have discovered the joy of using the ancient art of making free calls the old-school way. They delight in finding a spot where the wind be just right and the stars be aligned in their favor, and then they shout their messages across the green expanse, hoping that their words be carried on the wind to their intended recipient.
So next time ye find yerself at Augusta National, take heed of the rules and leave yer cellphones behind. Embrace the spirit of the pirate and make yer calls the way our ancestors did, with a hearty yell and a bit of luck. And who knows, ye might just find yerself enjoying the freedom of communication in a way ye never thought possible at such a prestigious event.

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