Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Why Don't You Just Go Home? Are You Too Good For Your Home?

I frequently talk about little things in life that make me annoyed or angry. But there is nothing on this Earth that can make me angrier than playing a round of golf, hitting EVERY SINGLE green in regulation, and still only shooting even par because I cannot make a single motherfucking putt. Remember when Woody Austin hit himself in the head with his putter until it bent in half? I was close to doing that last night. Do you think Happy Gilmore will lend me his hockey stick putter?




Suck my white ass, ball.



Question of the Day:

If you were told that you had to die tomorrow, but you could choose how you died, how would you go out?

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