I had a squeaker use the adjective that implies I prefer sexual relations with women who've had children after I didn't alert him that he had cons shooting tracers by his canopy in a furball.

Typical furball range chatter, my G940 was starting it's button short debacle (which included my former check 6 button), and I figured he was exiting the furball low and fast because he saw the tracers coming past his canopy.
I guess I understand. I always prefer to have something/someone to blame when I screw a golf shot up.
