Three days now. Three bad rounds. Daddy is sooooo up. But SkinnyMan can do something. See the Golf page for pics.

Added some poems/lyrics.

I’m down 17 points on the father after this mornings round. My longgame was good. My shortgame horrible, I used to play like Seve. Now I play like every other idiot on the course. Long without feeling. I have to stop going to the gym. I also would like to complain on my headache, my soring pec and the lawnmoverman that yelled at me when Pater almost hit him with a drive (4iron). When he yelled he said it was like if he went to our office and teed with his driver to shoot. The man previously known as skinny Homer tied with Daddy today. They have too high handicap, or I too low. If you double mine you will get theirs. But it feels better with a trophy with others names on than only mine.

Yoshimi!

A go at the establishment of natural order will take place at an obscenely early time tomorrow before work. I will meet the ‘Man previously known as skinny Homer‘ at 0610 to go to the dad for transport to the battlefield. I will prevail though my throat is burning and my head thumping.

Evil Stones.

OK,
New name same look and same author.
Let’s enjoy this.

Round one ended after cathastrophic joy. The Bear up three on me and two on the skinny Homer. I will do an Arnold as I have ordered from the webbased proteinportal.

Tomorrow the tee off is set for another round of my narcissistic combat in the fields so open.

But this night I put alot of hope into the release of ‘happy doomsday’.

Be there! I will.

My pusher of binary flow has stopped the deliveries to my outraging mood. I cured some of mine disappointment by sending the white dimpled sphere far far away into the seven inch deep cavitation of the green carpet.

The boys took care of the buissness they did their work. Two times now the latest days. It is a good start I hope that it will continue. The club action I agree with the boss is not good behaviour but the show has to go on.

Christ Illusion.

I was showed to an infestation of the cellar. The guide were so numb by fear that he went a route around that meant 5 minutes extra walking. Funny. A big man afraid of a (one) small creature. Citypeople, bah. Scientists, bah.

Todays song though: Water; Karate.