Thursday, September 22, 2005

Murder Golf

I was there the night they started swinging golf clubs at each other, not gently. She kept taunting him, saying Kill me kill me kill me and he was grinning back saying, What are you gonna do when I really hit you?
Someone shouted Get a room, and it all got really boring. I lost my whiskey on one of her backswings, so I figured it was a good time to pull the car around.

No comments: