I was playing golf with my dog Rexy. Rexy was having a great game, and actually got a hole in one.
Me, I had a lot of swings that didn’t hit the ball, and when they did, the golf ball either went backwards, split open, or sailed up and killed a bird, or dented a plane.
By the 12th hole, I’d had it and was running the golf cart over and over my golf clubs that I’d strewn across the green in frustration.
My dog Rexy brought me a Sprite soda from the club house. I stopped the cart and got out and drank the Sprite. It was delicious!!
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