I worked outside for 20 minutes today, mostly re-organizing the vast array of sales literature in my trunk, cleaning out my car (a now weekly chore), and engaging in sundry plant husbandry. I now feel like a camel's asshole. No word yet if any of the divines' faithfuls heat stroked out in their day-after-the-Sabbath's best.
Curse you, evil yellow face!
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My counselor friend, a former Ranger, had a great line the other day, in alot of different ways, as we stood outside of school, "The first time I got out of a helicopter in Panama, I was hit by this hot breeze, and I thought, 'That's the first time ever remember a breeze being hot.' About five more degrees, and we're there."
ReplyDeleteMy parents golfed in this shit today. If that's not proof that golfing is a cult, I don't know what is.
ReplyDeleteAfter religion, I say we take on the insane cultists of the tiny bats, tiny balls, tiny holes, and BIG FUCKING FIELDS!!
If they want a challenge, let them do math for NASA. Or at least go inside and play pool like decent Southern drunks.