I've had a shitty week at work, but I just went out to lunch at a golf course. I ate a great burger, drank many beers, and forced two of my colleagues to work the words "nougat" and "marzipan" into ordinary office-related sentences.
If only I had brought my clubs, I could have spent a little time at the driving range.
It almost makes up for the shitty week.
Nobody half-asses it like me.
2 comments:
If only I knew how to golf I would ply with you once a week.
Not that I've ever tried it, but practicing your swings at a golf range sounds like a good way to work off some of that shitty-week-ness.
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