I’m “NOT” an aficionado of cow pasture pool in any way shape or form.
Some people, I know, say they love to play golf, which makes absolutely no sense to me. Seems to be an absolutely ridiculous and nonsensical game to me. Why would anyone, in their right mind, enjoy playing golf, when the entire object of the game is to play as little as possible, isn’t that the height of idiocy?
How does that make any sense?
If I’m doing something that I really enjoy I want to have it last as long as possible, not hurry up and get it over with. Then when they finish, they say they go to the nineteenth hole to drink their sorrow away, that it lasted so long or to rejoice in how quickly they got the game over with. Absolutely an inane game.
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Some people, I know, say they love to play golf, which makes absolutely no sense to me. Seems to be an absolutely ridiculous and nonsensical game to me. Why would anyone, in their right mind, enjoy playing golf, when the entire object of the game is to play as little as possible, isn’t that the height of idiocy?
How does that make any sense?
If I’m doing something that I really enjoy I want to have it last as long as possible, not hurry up and get it over with. Then when they finish, they say they go to the nineteenth hole to drink their sorrow away, that it lasted so long or to rejoice in how quickly they got the game over with. Absolutely an inane game.
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