June 19, 2013

  • wake up early, throw $8 worth of empties in my car (Squabber drinks a lot of beer), tear the roof off, throw the clubs in the passenger seat and drive to my favorite beer store. cash in the empties, buy a sixer of 'the Oarsman' (for after work), and drive to the local driving range.  this is a little peanut range that's attached to a farm.  they normally have buckets of balls on a park bench and a coffee can with a slotted top on it, to put your money in.  there were no balls, no coffee can...I can see someone on a mower in the distance, but can't get his attention.  the friendly ol' dog was there, but he was of no help (other than to be a cute ol' dog).  ok.  I guess he doesn't want my money.  oddly enough, there were a couple peeps swingin' away.  were they using there own balls? maybe. anyway, the Rosie clubs and I decided to just go for a ride in the country.  now, a short nap before hittin'  the stalag, and maybe try again tomorrowpleased.

    from old Rosie pooperdog, to new Rosie (pooper?) golf clubspleased

     

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