I played golf today. Well, as usual, I went out there with golf clubs, golf balls,a golf cart and made fairly feeble attempts to advance the little white ball toward the green and into the hole.
In the process, I consumed about a gallon of water and secreted a tad over twice that amount out of my pores. In case you wonder why my sanity is questionable... here's the weather report:
Read the Realfeel temperatures... Click on it if you must to blow it up a bit.
It's not the heat, it's the humidity Ha! Here is it both.
Pity me... I am obviously not an Englishman so I must be the other.
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6 comments:
Seems reasonable to me.
But then, I am an Englishman.
Sounds reasonable to me as well. Of course, I guess that if you think you are proving you are insane when you actually prove you are sane, well isn't that kind of insane?
And my verification word was "insic"
Jules, why do they say that about mag dogs and Englishmen?
B&B, Didn't Joseph Heller write a book about that?
I don't know about a book but I know Joe Cocker made an insanely good album called "Mad Dogs and Englishmen". I don't remember any songs about golf, though.
And hey, Douglas, it could be worse; it could be raining.
IB
IB, there's a song written by Noel Coward (which referenced by Joe Cocker). I can't believe you've never read Catch 22 by Joseph Heller.
Hmmmm... rain, yes, well there is that. We'd have welcomed it, I think.
Sounds reasonable to me as well. Of course, I guess that if you think you are proving you are insane when you actually prove you are sane, well isn't that kind of insane?
And my verification word was "insic"
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