At a point in the near future kids will grow up without knowing what a real tree looks like. One day a man will have an advertisement on the moon. Today I picked a flower and got arrested.
To Anonymous, Grow some balls and revel yourself if you're going to post "consumer whore" on this here blog. Also, the irony is you have a computer if you're reading this shit and you have Internet access, so I guess you're also a consumer whore. Do you live in a hut that you built yourself? On Walden pond? In Concord? You fucking hypocrite. Do you eat only food you grow yourself? I thought not. Hop in your Land Cruiser and go buy a pound of used clothes at the Goodwill and shut the fuck up. Meanwhile, I'll go to Starbucks and have a Venti Mocha. ps Thanks for giving me something to rant about.
Hi there homos, (sapiens) I am here to tell you about one of my greatest rounds of golf ever. It all started on Monday morning. I was up early in anticipation. I knew I needed to be sharp and commit to my primary objective - be a good coach to the team. Getting the team to the course on time and in one piece was top priority. The weather was cooperative in the morning. Over the Eastern plain, the sun rose with a fiery orange glow. Under foot, the grass was crisp and dry, but it still had enough green in it to play well and not give too tight of a lie in the fairway. We had a great warm up and were feeling relaxed before the start of the tourney. Once the girls were off, the coaches got to their tee boxes and teed off. I began on #14, a short par three reaching 166 yards guarded by bunkers on the right. A pulled eight iron put me on the left side facing a lengthy birdie putt. Leaving my first putt woefully short, my second broke hard right and I three jacked my way to bogey. Same for th...
beautiful picture....
ReplyDeleteYou sound awfully melancholy these days Riley. Go golfing or something.
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