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CIRRHOSIS ON A RIDER-MOWER
An alarmingly sweet—well, to me; but then, I’m a sucker for any tale involving the drunken kidnapping of blind women and club pros being shot in the arms—celebration of low-rent golf from Chris Onstad.
o/t Philip Adams cancels flight to London due to land at Heathrow on September 11th.
Don’t know why as the surrounding column writhes with staphy infectious smears of “conspiracy,Mossad,CIA,Dick Cheney,Bush carried out 9/11” and far far lower insinuations.
That man’s mind is a sink.
Come ON Phatty.Show the strength of your convictions.Put your money where your cakehole is.DO it DO it.
Fly Philip Fly.#4 the likes of Phat Phil are so brave writing their tripe safe at home, and such cowards all the rest of the time…
No country ever achieved anything having to rely on such loathsome scum…
And yes #2, saw the story about the paleos walking out some poor sod and executing him as an alledged spy… I doubt that will get much airtime on the MSM while other lefty clowns accuse the US and the West of becoming fascist, police states…
All very well! Yes, All very well, indeed! But ... WHY DOES CHRIS DRAW CATS WITH ONLY TWO NIPPLES???? And Why does Ray continually describe himself as a “Man”? This is highly suspicious!!!
Posted by Susan Norton on 2006 08 14 at 12:05 PM • permalinkSo I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me. Which is nice.
We have to get PhilCo on plane to America for August 22nd. See what you can do, Tim… (okay, granted, it might have to be two planes)
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 08 14 at 08:13 PM • permalink
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