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It was an unusually overcast summers day, so instead of visiting the beach it was a day for mini golf at Adelaide Shores.

In this photo Josh, Bogus and at the tip of the shaft, Maning. In fact, there did seem to be a recurring theme amongst each hole...

Angus trying to sink a long range putt within the scrotum.

This one needs you to tip your head to the side and squint a little.

Gus poses here. He was in the lead and happy about it.

But on the last hole Chow came from... behind to win by one, uh, stroke.

And I came last. Stick figure: I know exactly how you feel.

Mini Golf sucks!

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