On Aug 22, 9:52?am, "InfoSuperHwyRoadKill"
hellsgate.com> wrote:> "MrWonderful"
aol.com> wrote in message
>
> I must say you tell the most interesting stories in the group. Your
> character definition in so few words is amazing. We must know alot of the
> same people, but there are only 50 or so people in the world. If you don't
> believe it, look around when you are traveling. I see the same "people" all
> the time, with only slight variations -- except for the uniqueness Kent, of
> course. I enjoy the TV show "My Name is Earl" because I have known every
> one of the personality types who make up that show. Of course that doesn't
> speak to well for me.
AW, shucks. I like that show, but always miss it. If you look more
closely at the "50" you'll find they're even worse than expected~!
hahahaha But instead of condemning them, I find it pleasurable to
accept them, with ridicule, of course~! hahaha
>
> As for me, I hit the ball 300 yards when driver heads were the size of what
> is now a putter and made of wood. Now that drivers are made of space
> shuttle allow and big as a frying pan, I only occasionally pump out the 300
> yarder. A dead long thoracic nerve in the right shoulder pert near ruined a
> decent golf game. When I'm on, my short game is accurate, and I will sink a
> money putt. I'll tell you that writing but if we were playing, in Bear
> Bryant fashion, you'd be feeling sorry for me because my game is so poor.
My friend with the lesbo club would say that if I got a decent set of
clubs, I'd always win; and once an old guy I barely knew for the
clubhouse fairly attacked me, insulting my clubs~! Yes, I wanted
copper Pings, but never had time to steal a set~! hahahaha
My driver was matched to my "Top-Flite" set, after the shaft was
mysteriously broken. (ha) I got a similarly small sized, shaped one
that would hit far. Maybe it's the old style small heads that hit far.
I figured the shot was in the swing -- "if you do everything wrong at
once, it goes incredibly~!"
>
> The last couple of years I've spent more time at the lake than on a golf
> course. I sold the lake house last feburary 'cause there are crazy people
> paying outlandish sums of money to own them. Now it's a haul, but still fun
> to put together the proverbial red neck yacht club of boats tied together in
> a cove blasting music, sipping a refreshing beverage, and when the sun
> starts down, grilling some good food, but we are evolving. We just recently
> finished a pool, so the scene is changing once again. The back yard is
> currently a wreck and will remain so until the weather cools, but then we
> plan to stay closer to home.
I was a lake guy, too, a skier, but they built so much city between me
and the lake; it got to be such trouble; but the church group outings
made skiers of us all -- one even got free eq
