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Things I learned from the Internet Invitational:\n• Being too positive apparently annoys people\n• If something works once, I’ll do it 100 more times\n\nI lost sleep over that tee shot on 17 😭 Playing for a team hits different—you really don’t want to let them down. Especially Chazzy he deserved... show more
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"Hello. I am Dave Portnoy and I think Jew jokes need to stop and are out of bounds. That being said, it is still okay for me to say the N word and make jokes about r*pe because I think it's funny and that's just what I do." Dave Portnoy is a clown and a pawn with no control over his decisions or his own business. He is nothing more than a mindless and spineless puppet.
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