Greetings from Berkeley Springs, W.V. It's been raining buckets here, but we managed to play a round of golf anyways. Texas could use some of our rain. Pray like you mean it, Rick Perry!
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Given A Cactus
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It's a veritable orbgy.
Sounds, and looks, blissful.
GOLF?
I don't think we can be friends any longer, Barack Boehner.
R.G., without golf, not only would I not have any Bambi pictures, I'd have no turtle movies.
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turtles make great noises when golf balls bounch off their shells.
All my memories gather 'round her
Miners' Lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty days of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
R.G., without golf, not only would I not have any Bambi pictures, I'd have no turtle movies.
You'd have fewer Bronx stories!
Did you kill Bambi's mother w/ an errant golf ball?
Mikey, soon West Virginia will be a stranger to unpolluted water, thanks to fracking.
BBBB, yes, I'll never forget the time a friend and I skipped the 8th hole (on a 9 hole course), because an extremely extended local family was having a cookout on the green.
M.B., my shot on that hole hit the green and rolled down the mountainside on the far left. Bambi and mom continued to eat grass (and dream of eating mountain laurels).
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I kept waiting for a monster to jump out at me.
BOOOO!
It's a veritable orbgy.
You'll get Orb Lung Syndrome.
I kept waiting for a monster to jump out at me.
Or for thunder to post a frightened, flashlight-lit testimony to the dreadful power of the Blair Fish.
How was the golf? (More orbs.)
Golf was fine, although slow. And eventually my back got sore and I couldn't hit the orb very well anymore.
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