Monday, October 31, 2005

 

JUST OWNED THE FUCK OUT OF THE LOCAL PUT-PUT GOLF COURSE

DIGTBK.

CHECKERED POLYESTER PANTS: CHECK
AIRWOLF MUSCLE SHIRT: CHECK
MAROON ROOS: YOU CAN'T AFFORD

HAD MY WAY WITH THE WINDMILL, GOT THROWN OFF BY THE CLOWN. FUCKER KEPT LAUGHING AT ME.

DO NOT STEP TO ME WHEN I'M OVER THE BALL. I WILL DOUBLE FOOT JUMP IN THE WATER HAZZARD AND ATTACK YOU WITH MY MINIATURE PENCIL.

OH, I'M SORRY, THAT ISN'T PROPER PUT-PUT ETIQUETTE? JUST TAKE YOUR SQUIRRLEY LITTLE KID TO THE BATTING CAGES, OPIE.

FINISHED OFF THE DAY AT THE CLUB HOUSE/ARCADE WITH A COKE ICEE AND TWO MONSTER SOFT PRETZELS (WITH SALT).


MRH,
KNOWS THE ANGLES

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