October 8, 2013
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golf flog
couple things to note about that 18 holes played last Saturday. there was gunfire for hours (lots of it!) coming from the neighboring lot. I likened it to my days with the frozen squid bucket platoon being pinned down by cross fire in the village of PooPoo Platter at the dung hi delta (what?). it wasn't until we got to the 14rd hole, did we notice exactly where the shots were fired. it looked like a couple of rednecks with their car parked into the woods, trunk open firing toward a couple of mannequins. it was a seriously loud gun! we moved on quickly...and why the hell don't they use the shooting range just 300 yards down the road?! fockin' hillbillies!
also, I went thru the last of my Tees (breaking every one whilst teeing off), and the rest of my golf balls. I use recycled golf balls which come in all colors, which isn't the best when you lose said ball in leaves of all colors. if you didn't stay on the fairway, you lost your ball in a sea of fruitloop tree leaves. I bought a new supply of both tees and balls yesterday. meanwhile, Brian says he's gonna set up another Tee time for this Saturday. alright. I guess he doesn't mind playing someone who is 112.35 (numbers completely pulled out of my ass calculator) times worse than he.
woke up this morning 'round 9:30. hit McD's for a steaky beagle thingey mit un blackened coffee, then hit the driving range. I need a lot more practice before I can become Tiger
. maybe I'll take an hour power-nap before heading off to work *plan!*
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Is the "numbers in your ass" genetic? Cuz I can't count on my ass for anything. <Ha, ya see what I did there? Ha<
HA! a pressing word play comment on this word press post
*...then I press play on the word 'post comment'*
alright, now I'm trying too hard :/
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