"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over there in the Himalayas...A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell 'em I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? Bill Murray, himself. Twelfth son of the Murray. The flowing robes, the grace, bald, striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one –– big hitter, Bill Murray –– long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what Bill Murray says?... Gunga galunga... gunga –– gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say: 'Hey, Murray, hey, how about a little somethin', you know, for the effort, you know.' And he says: 'Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, I will lean over and say"no one will believe you".' So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
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