Ah yes, Alligator Rock. Where you can rest, enjoy a smoke, have a shot of Grandpa, and bitch about how bad your round is going.
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I'm David Owen. I enjoy long walks on the beach, sprinkles on my ice-cream, and puppies. I believe you should open your presents on Christmas Day, and not on Christmas Eve. I'm not much of a disciplined writer, but I enjoy jotting down ideas from time to time. So if you accidentally navigated to this page, I'm sorry, but enjoy your stay and I hope the anecdotes and pics are somewhat interesting for you.
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6 comments:
God I miss the good old days.
likewise. I never have a bad round anymore, so i miss the days when you could bitch about them.
All that, plus humbleness, Jeff?
naw, i don't miss humbleness at all!
Bad round? I only exceed my very mundaneness these days.
Your rock has nothing on hole 13 at the 'Tude. Ask the Bone.
Actually, the rock is pretty damn cool. It's where one sits, smokes, drinks and contemplates. So yes, its' exactly like hole 13 at the 'Tude.
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