Goodr It’s All in the Hips

We infiltrated a meeting held by the Hole-luminati, a secret society of elite golfers, and after donning the traditional robe made out of flags, we knelt in The Cave of Lost Balls and drank a strange brew made out of boiled putting greens, which sparked a psychoactive experience, the club of knowledge smacking our brains like a ball into the skies of time, landing with a THWUMP on the ground of dreams and rolling into a hole of supreme understanding: It’s All In the Hips.

These rose-tinted Flamingo Eye lenses in black BFG sunglasses were in the gift bag on the way out.

Non-Reflective Lenses

For John Daly-sized Heads

High Contrast for Ball Spotting