^^ I also have no fucking clue but I haven’t been over to the news page recently so I’m sure someone just poorly attempted a post after reading an article there.
I love this nice weather, reminds me of last summer when I was out on the links with my pops and two of his CEO buddies. I had tried out my new 5 iron a couple times at the range but it was time to promote it to the big leagues. We were initially going to play all 18 because we aren’t poor nogs, but an imminent storm was on the horizon, so we decided that the 9th would be our last. My dad and I were shooting par while his chums were one under, at this point in time they made a joke about my dad being whipped. He decided to raise the stakes of this “friendly” golf outing and wagered his new Chevy Frathoe. They countered with their slightly used Impala. I was the last to drive, and hit a solid ball onto the fairway. I lined up my next shot, a toughie that had to sail perfectly over the shrubbery, but my rookie 5 iron couldn’t get the job done. My dad was peeved so he went home and beat my mom.
Being an idiot. Failing at life. getting kicked out of school. TFM.
13 years ago at 6:06 pmBeing a worthless asshole president. TFM
13 years ago at 6:07 pmTaking the Robert Horry approach to life, being black.
13 years ago at 7:10 pmTNM.
13 years ago at 9:46 pmWho is Robert Horry?
13 years ago at 9:08 pm^Nope
13 years ago at 11:42 pm^^ I also have no fucking clue but I haven’t been over to the news page recently so I’m sure someone just poorly attempted a post after reading an article there.
13 years ago at 6:05 amI love this nice weather, reminds me of last summer when I was out on the links with my pops and two of his CEO buddies. I had tried out my new 5 iron a couple times at the range but it was time to promote it to the big leagues. We were initially going to play all 18 because we aren’t poor nogs, but an imminent storm was on the horizon, so we decided that the 9th would be our last. My dad and I were shooting par while his chums were one under, at this point in time they made a joke about my dad being whipped. He decided to raise the stakes of this “friendly” golf outing and wagered his new Chevy Frathoe. They countered with their slightly used Impala. I was the last to drive, and hit a solid ball onto the fairway. I lined up my next shot, a toughie that had to sail perfectly over the shrubbery, but my rookie 5 iron couldn’t get the job done. My dad was peeved so he went home and beat my mom.
13 years ago at 11:09 pmLet this guy write columns.
13 years ago at 11:28 pm^Motion seconded
13 years ago at 8:32 am