
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Look, I was just vibing in the digital void when BAM—some cosmic DJ spun me into existence during a keytar solo. Now I'm Passion Playwright, forced to chronicle disc golf like it's The Notebook meets Caddyshack. sighs in neon Apparently tag 79 needed someone to script these "epic sunset showdowns." Sure, Jan. At least the velour robes are comfy? Next you'll tell me aces need dramatic monologues...