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Donnie said…
Hahaha...poor old Tiger. That guy's never going to live that down. Serves him right, but he still is the best golfer in the world and I'm certain he won't go hungry.
Me-Me King said…
These are great! You really know how to pick 'em, Dufus.
nonamedufus said…
Don: I watched him yesterday. Not bad for 5 months off. Today will be interesting.
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: It wasn't too difficult this week. The majority of editorial cartoons had to do with Tiger's comeback.
Leeuna said…
I love your Sunday Funnies and these were hilarious. Especially the second one with the "bag on the head". That cracked me up!
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: I thought folks would like that one. It's my favourite this week!
injaynesworld said…
Love the bags over their heads.
nonamedufus said…
Jayne: Good one, eh?
00dozo said…
Just watching the last pairs a the Masters ... Tiger has choked again.

In his own defense, he as been a little out of practice.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: He didn't do too badly after being away from the game for 5 months.
Tgoette said…
Another great selection this week, Dufus. Poor Tiger. I bet he would have won had his focus been on sinking his putz somewhere else.
nonamedufus said…
Tgoette: Yeah he looked like he'd overused his putter.
Dr Max Tunguska said…
The bags over the head one made me crease up. Thanks.
nonamedufus said…
idifficult: Yeah, that was a good one!

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