Saturday, September 17, 2011


This morning I waded across a raging river, escaped from a bear in the woods, marched up and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand.

My friend said, you must be some outdoors man!

No, I replied, I'm just a shitty golfer.

1 comment:

OrbsCorbs said...

I'm sure that's how i would play, if I could play.