A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- one more reason why i'll never join a country club Amusingly disturbing discovery in the men's room a short while go. resting on top of the TP dispenser in one of the stalls was the most recent leaf from one of those "365 Best Holes of Golf in America" calendars what makes it funny is that this was not the fist one of these i have seen in that corner of ye olde office litterbox which makes me wonder if some poor depraved bastard doesn't have some sort of bizarre fetish for golf courses i shudder to think about what it says about me, but strangely i can just imagine some poor strange golf-nut whackng it to one of these pictures: Oh, yeah, baby, (slapslapslapslapslap) look at that (slapslapslapslapslap) oooh..Par Four...oh, god, that green, oh! God! the rough! (slapslapslapslapslap), mmm, yess, yes, chip shots! ohhhh, watch out for the bunkers, yeah baby yeah (slapslapslapslap...two-stroke penalty-slapslap..slapslapslapslap)....ohhh, yeah,...mmmm, ahhh....damn...double bogey. 3:45 p.m. - 2002-11-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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