South Georgia Classic@Bullards Bend
Mar 26, 2024 10:14:06 GMT -5
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Post by hmammoth on Mar 26, 2024 10:14:06 GMT -5
Welcome to Bullards Bend by Drjones306, a course set in a small town in Georgia, a course named after the one and only Anton Bullard, I am sure you all know the story of Anton Bullard but just in case there are one or two of you that have not, let me tell you the about the life of the man that this course is named after. Anton Bullard was an ordinary man in most respects, save for one peculiar quirk—he had an unusual bend in his penis. Now, Anton wasn't one to flaunt this fact around town, but it had caused him no shortage of embarrassment and misfortune throughout his life. Anton was used to the snide remarks, the whispered comments and the out and out laughter that his unfortunate medical condition. He could be sitting in a bar, have lunch in a restaurant and he would hear whispers coming from the other side of the room. Thats old Anton Bullard They say he's got a bend in his willy so crooked it could double as a walking stick and all he could do was ignore it, it had been that way all his life. Anton childhood was marked by whispers and snickers behind closed doors. From the moment he could understand the world around him, Mortimer knew he was different. It wasn't just his unruly shock of red hair or his penchant for daydreaming that set him apart, it was the peculiar bend in his penis that made him the subject of ridicule and scorn among his peers. Growing up, Anton learned to navigate the treacherous waters of childhood with a mixture of resilience and self-deprecation. He would laugh along with the other children when they pointed and jeered, but deep down, the constant taunts chipped away at his self-esteem like a relentless tide eroding the shore. At school, Anton struggled to fit in, always on the fringes of social circles but never truly belonging. He threw himself into his studies, finding solace in books and learning, but even there, he couldn't escape the whispers and giggles that followed him like a shadow. And it was not long before the taunting started.
The taunting began innocently enough, as childhood cruelty often does, with whispers and snickers exchanged behind cupped hands. At first, Anton could brush it off, attributing the giggles to childish immaturity. But as he grew older, the taunts grew more pointed, more cruel, cutting through his defenses like a knife through butter.On the playground, the other children would gather in huddled groups, casting furtive glances in Anton's direction before erupting into fits of laughter. They would point and jeer, calling him names like "Bent Willy Anton" or "Crooked Bullard," their words like barbs digging into Anton's tender flesh.In the locker room, things were even worse. Boys would openly mock Anton's anatomy, comparing it to everything from a bent banana to a pretzel gone awry. They would snicker and sneer as Anton hurriedly changed clothes, his cheeks burning with humiliation as he tried desperately to hide his shame from prying eyes.Even in the classroom, Anton couldn't escape the relentless teasing. Notes would be passed surreptitiously behind his back, adorned with crude drawings and lewd jokes at his expense. The girls would giggle and whisper among themselves, their eyes darting furtively in Anton's direction as if he were some sort of sideshow freak.But perhaps the cruelest taunts came not from his peers, but from the adults who should have known better. Teachers would turn a blind eye to the bullying, dismissing Anton's pleas for help with a wave of their hand. Even his own parents, though well-meaning, would offer empty platitudes about "sticks and stones" while the wounds of Anton's torment continued to fester.
As a adult Antons struggled to find acceptance in the conventional workforce, desperation began to take hold. With each rejection and failure, the weight of his insecurities grew heavier, dragging him deeper into a pit of despair.It was in this darkest of moments that Anton stumbled upon an advertisement for a traveling carnival—a place where misfits and oddities were not just accepted, but celebrated. With nothing left to lose, Anton decided to take a chance and join the carnival as a performer in their freak show.At first, Anton was hesitant to embrace his role as a sideshow attraction, but as he looked around at his fellow performers—each one a living testament to the beauty of diversity and resilience—he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship and belonging.And so, Anton took to the stage, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement as he prepared to unveil his most intimate secret to the world. As the crowd gathered in hushed anticipation, Anton took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight, his head held high and his spirit unbroken.To his surprise, the audience's reaction was not one of mockery or derision, but of awe and wonder. They marveled at the bend in Anton's penis, gasping in disbelief at the sight of such a rare and unusual anomaly. And as Anton danced and twirled across the stage with a grace and elegance he never knew he possessed, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him—a sense of freedom from the shackles of shame and self-doubt that had held him captive for so long. For the next 40 years Anton traveled the world, it was not long before he went from sideshow to the main attraction of the show, when the carnival was in town, people traveled to not only to marvel at the bend but to see him dance. When Anton decided to retire and return home, he was shocked to see that his home town had embraced his fame, signs outside the town stated " you are now entering the home town of Anton Bullard". His old childhood home has become a museum of medical oddities. At first this angered Anton, the very town he felt like a outcast were using his name, using his fame for their own benefit but over time, Anton forgave the people that had tormented him and accepted the apologizes that came with it and when developers of a new golf course approached him about naming rights for the course, he agreed knowing that despite everything in the past, the good and bad, his name will forever life on at Bullards Bend, the very course that you are all playing this week. So good luck, have fun and if you are curious about the bend, it is now on display in the course clubhouse for all to see. donated to the course by Anton himself as stated in his will, after his passing at the ripe old age of 93.
The taunting began innocently enough, as childhood cruelty often does, with whispers and snickers exchanged behind cupped hands. At first, Anton could brush it off, attributing the giggles to childish immaturity. But as he grew older, the taunts grew more pointed, more cruel, cutting through his defenses like a knife through butter.On the playground, the other children would gather in huddled groups, casting furtive glances in Anton's direction before erupting into fits of laughter. They would point and jeer, calling him names like "Bent Willy Anton" or "Crooked Bullard," their words like barbs digging into Anton's tender flesh.In the locker room, things were even worse. Boys would openly mock Anton's anatomy, comparing it to everything from a bent banana to a pretzel gone awry. They would snicker and sneer as Anton hurriedly changed clothes, his cheeks burning with humiliation as he tried desperately to hide his shame from prying eyes.Even in the classroom, Anton couldn't escape the relentless teasing. Notes would be passed surreptitiously behind his back, adorned with crude drawings and lewd jokes at his expense. The girls would giggle and whisper among themselves, their eyes darting furtively in Anton's direction as if he were some sort of sideshow freak.But perhaps the cruelest taunts came not from his peers, but from the adults who should have known better. Teachers would turn a blind eye to the bullying, dismissing Anton's pleas for help with a wave of their hand. Even his own parents, though well-meaning, would offer empty platitudes about "sticks and stones" while the wounds of Anton's torment continued to fester.
As a adult Antons struggled to find acceptance in the conventional workforce, desperation began to take hold. With each rejection and failure, the weight of his insecurities grew heavier, dragging him deeper into a pit of despair.It was in this darkest of moments that Anton stumbled upon an advertisement for a traveling carnival—a place where misfits and oddities were not just accepted, but celebrated. With nothing left to lose, Anton decided to take a chance and join the carnival as a performer in their freak show.At first, Anton was hesitant to embrace his role as a sideshow attraction, but as he looked around at his fellow performers—each one a living testament to the beauty of diversity and resilience—he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship and belonging.And so, Anton took to the stage, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement as he prepared to unveil his most intimate secret to the world. As the crowd gathered in hushed anticipation, Anton took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight, his head held high and his spirit unbroken.To his surprise, the audience's reaction was not one of mockery or derision, but of awe and wonder. They marveled at the bend in Anton's penis, gasping in disbelief at the sight of such a rare and unusual anomaly. And as Anton danced and twirled across the stage with a grace and elegance he never knew he possessed, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him—a sense of freedom from the shackles of shame and self-doubt that had held him captive for so long. For the next 40 years Anton traveled the world, it was not long before he went from sideshow to the main attraction of the show, when the carnival was in town, people traveled to not only to marvel at the bend but to see him dance. When Anton decided to retire and return home, he was shocked to see that his home town had embraced his fame, signs outside the town stated " you are now entering the home town of Anton Bullard". His old childhood home has become a museum of medical oddities. At first this angered Anton, the very town he felt like a outcast were using his name, using his fame for their own benefit but over time, Anton forgave the people that had tormented him and accepted the apologizes that came with it and when developers of a new golf course approached him about naming rights for the course, he agreed knowing that despite everything in the past, the good and bad, his name will forever life on at Bullards Bend, the very course that you are all playing this week. So good luck, have fun and if you are curious about the bend, it is now on display in the course clubhouse for all to see. donated to the course by Anton himself as stated in his will, after his passing at the ripe old age of 93.
