Yeah, Omniscient, I’m pretty bummed myself. Never mind that she’s 10 years younger than I am and lives about 1000 miles away.
I got hit in the face with a log (not a burning one) while sitting at the campfire after a hike. My condition following that could be described as “stunned and bleeding.”
I did that once - drove over a rise to find a hidden bunker…
This may be true, or exaggerated. I have this from one of the men on the outing, who didn’t actually witness this.
A police precinct was having an outing at a municipal golf course. Much beer was being consumed. Coolers were parked on the golf cars. A park ranger noted 2 men shoulder-deep in a pond. He yelled at them, and they yelled back…
“Hey, you guys get out of there.”
“We can’t. The cart won’t start.”
I do know this group is banned from this course.
Yikes, jjjfishe! I’m glad you’re ok; those things are deadly weapons.
Brings back memories of when my then-eight-year-old brother’s best friend hit him in the face with a golf club. Pete’s nose was essentially flattened; it took hours of surgery to put it back into a noselike form. It left him with a scar and a somewhat bendy nose, but considering this was 30-plus years ago the plastic surgeons did an excellent job.
Damn it woman, a good fisherman at least tries changing the colors or the style of bait a few times before changing lakes! You may have missed out on the big one!
I thought you were going to invoke the golf equivalent of the “pregnant chad” rule: You know, if you get the ball within 20 feet of the cup, you whine about how it demonstrates “clear intent” and ought to be allowed to count it as a made putt. Then you litigate.
[sub]What the hell is this? I never knew so many of my favorite hotties would post to a freakin’ Golf thread (well, I knew Paula would). I thought tennis was the lover’s game?[/sub]
I got hit in the head with a golf club when I was 4 or 5. It was my brother. He told me to move, I didn’t, he swung anyway(yes, we were both being bratty that day). A trip to the doctor later, I had stitches in my head. Oooh… that stung. And a week later, they had to be taken out-meanwhile, my hair couldn’t be washed during that time. Not a crisis for a 4 year old.