The family and I stepped out to Palm Dessert from our yurt in Kabul for fun and games in the cooler environs this weekend. Not having played in a year (since the last time I was out there), I was pretty smooth on the front 9 with a lights-out 62 (yes, in my world that is "lights out"), when mental bugaboos and the sub-prime mortgage meltdown caused my game to go significantly south from there. Blame Bear Sterns - it's their fault...
By the way, as I watched ants running amok around my kitchen, it reminded me that I really hate the clown that suggests that "they're really looking for water - not sugar" whenever I complain about the never-ending parade of them circling my yurt looking for an easy entrance to my kitchen. I will make a point of sending you my kid's lollipop covered in blackened insecticided carcasses next time I find one behind the couch...
Don't be that guy...because you're nothing more than "global warming big hurricane conspiracy theory I know more than you because I don't shower and listen to the Dead"-guy...just go away and live off your trust money quietly...
Tomorrow's update will touch on something else that irritates me...perhaps Gino Toretta's family's fine bar "Antler's" and why they haven't franchised it yet...
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