I, on the other hand, always remember my ball marker. It's one of those things that when I'm leaving a guy's house, I think, "Did I remember everything?" and I list everything aloud, wallet, glasses, keys, cock ring, ball marker.... And that's when it hits me: "BALL MARKER! I can't leave my ball marker at this hole! How will I have fun marking balls tomorrow night if I leave my ball marker here?" And then I go back for it.
Thursty, though, is more forgetful than I and will have to play without one for next few holes. It's kinda like that story about the ants and the grasshopper, but perhaps he'll learn his lesson.
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