Saturday, April 18, 2009

Could Almost Be Real



A puerile golf buddy of mine, late into the extra beer-drinking nine, used to urinate in the hole. Then from the tee he'd eagerly watch the next foursome (our jabronis); he'd keel over laughing at the first guy who made a putt and had to pick the ball out of his Coors Light urine.

Me? When golfing I pee behind the *comfort station*.

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