My favorite movie or a close first has got to be the classic "It's the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown" I love the scene where Charlie is trick or treating (by the way what happened to trick or treating? What's this trunk or treat crap?) in his cut up ghost costume and everyone is bragging about their candy. I got a caramel apple, one says. I got a lollipop, says another. I got a rock, says Brown.
In golf, I definitely got a rock.
In the housing market, a rock.
Drawing for a prize, a huge rock. Everyone says "I'm the guy that never wins anything." Listen here people. I AM THE GUY.
Mitt Romney, got a rock. (Thanks Huckabee)
The Republican party as a whole got a rock. (Thanks McCain and Palin)
A lot of people get a rock in life, others get a lollipop.
Lollipoppers:
Lebron James. He was bench pressing my car when he was 13.
Lance Armstrong. Apparently he has the lung capacity of a whale. (hope he wins yellow though)
Tiger Woods. He was given the whole basket of candy.
I have spent so many hours on the golf course and driving range it would blow your mind. If you saw me play a round, though, you would be baffled.
I will slice my drive two fairways over. Take a penalty stroke and re-tee. Hit that one two fairways to the left. (I'm very serious) Re-tee and hit a perfectly straight drive 300 yards. Gain my composure, claim that I found my swing, and dig a grave behind the ball on my approach shot.
How does an avid golfer slice, hook, pure it, and chunk it all in a row?
I will get a pro looking birdie on a hole and an embarassing 9 on the next hole.
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