June 19, 2013
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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 tomorrow
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from old Rosie pooperdog, to new Rosie (pooper?) golf clubs
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