
Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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You played your shot, it was in the rough, your shout at the 19th mate.
Haven't had a cone in about 3 years and now I really have a hankering to blow a number at my local driving range. No euphemism. Smoke a joint at a driving range (or at least on the way to) and hit some golf balls.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 8:17, 1 reply)
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