So my mom calls me up this Sunday evening, to say hi
and see what I've been up to, and starts telling this
little story.
"So, we went to my mom's today, and your dad and my
brothers went out to play golf in the swamp."
"In the swamp? They have golf down there?"
"Oh yeah, it gets better though. It had just rained,
so the greens were all pretty wet and swampy still.
On the second hole, a nutria runs across the hole as
they go to tee off, and on the next one, a four foot
alligator wanders onto the green. They just kept
on playing."
I thought croquet was bad, this just takes the cake.
music: The Police: Can't stand losing you
candice at August 9, 2005 10:17 PM