Thou shalt not anger ye disc golf gods. So I write my conceited little piece, and what happens?
a) The dude I beat by three in round one beats me by 10 in round two.
b) Round two taking 3 1/4 hours.
c) Round two wearing me out so that for about four holes, I stopped caring about my score.
d) And now I hurt.
e) And I still have one day to go.
f) My word.
g) I'm still not in last place in my division -- I was 19th of 21 in the first round, and now I'm 20th.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
