Monday, October 18, 2004

You The Uberman!

The bitter winds of October bring cold, rain, and soon snow to the once green grass of the fairways. The icy scythe of death has swept over the greens, as it will one day sweep over all of us. The golf course is as empty as our future. The golf season is over. And yet our pointless lives go on. Why?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I Am a BiG fAn. MaYbeE We Kan PlaY GolF tOgetHer WHen iT GiTs nYce Out AgIn?
WhaT iZ A NiHList?

8:44 PM  

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