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Mr. Morgan decided he wants to be a golfer. /yeah.
This comes after wanting to be a pro-swimmer, marathon beast and countless other ideas that have pranced into his brain. As a fellow prancer I can with proof say that my ideas come for free.
I met this delicious piece of "doesn't look golferish" man and he in fact had golf clubs. About 3 of them in a bag that moths were flipping coins for. I can't believe he actually left the house with pride of carrying a bag of 3 shitty, aged, and downright embarrassing clubs. They jingled in the bag it was that empty. I waited to see if he would drape toilet paper as the towel and dangle a bottle of windex to wash the balls. He would have better clubs by robbing a mini-put-put.
I gave the overly entertained nod of a wife who is just as "fuck it" as he is. I applauded his level of wanting to play and not being particularly concerned if his sack (no pun) didn't measure up to the other boys.
He came home with a large grin or exhaustion. He was also bleeding all over the place. Kylee greated this with much anticipation. She licked at it for two hours, which I found to be a bit much, but it did clear up what was run off and what was actual wound.
I asked how he has done it and he exclaimed with a golf club.
"You took off the front of your leg off with your own club?"
"Well... Then the golf cart came around and I latched on and was dragged."
"Thought so, for how many holes did they drag you?"
He looked at his wound and guessed 2.
-DM
Mr. Morgan decided he wants to be a golfer. /yeah.
This comes after wanting to be a pro-swimmer, marathon beast and countless other ideas that have pranced into his brain. As a fellow prancer I can with proof say that my ideas come for free.
I met this delicious piece of "doesn't look golferish" man and he in fact had golf clubs. About 3 of them in a bag that moths were flipping coins for. I can't believe he actually left the house with pride of carrying a bag of 3 shitty, aged, and downright embarrassing clubs. They jingled in the bag it was that empty. I waited to see if he would drape toilet paper as the towel and dangle a bottle of windex to wash the balls. He would have better clubs by robbing a mini-put-put.
I gave the overly entertained nod of a wife who is just as "fuck it" as he is. I applauded his level of wanting to play and not being particularly concerned if his sack (no pun) didn't measure up to the other boys.
He came home with a large grin or exhaustion. He was also bleeding all over the place. Kylee greated this with much anticipation. She licked at it for two hours, which I found to be a bit much, but it did clear up what was run off and what was actual wound.
I asked how he has done it and he exclaimed with a golf club.
"You took off the front of your leg off with your own club?"
"Well... Then the golf cart came around and I latched on and was dragged."
"Thought so, for how many holes did they drag you?"
He looked at his wound and guessed 2.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
6:06 PM
2 Comments:
Does Mr. Morgan understand that golf is not a full contact sport??
he'll turn it into one, MissNev! Hey Ms M., I have golf balls, and my underwriter is sending lots of golfy gifties for the convention that Mr. M. can have...if he's not bored w/golf by then. I mean, it's like 2 weeks from now, lol.
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