The PGA Tour sent me a letter from the FUTURE—October 2026, look at the date, very futuristic!—begging me to keep the SUN in the sky so I can keep making HOLE-IN-ONES well past dinner time. Meanwhile thousands of brave American steeple-climbers are falling off high church roofs and cracking their skulls wide open twice a year just to move the big giant clock hands back for Tom Cotton, who has an ugly swing and hates tanning! Call Tom's personal flip phone IMMEDIATELY and tell him to LOCK THE DAMN CLOCK before more Titleists are lost forever to the encroaching darkness!

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