Hey, golf courses make wonderful places to take your horse for a gallop! Man, with no worries about gopher holes, all those long smooth stretches of gently rolling manicured grass, you can really fly! The greens are fabulous for practicing sliding stops and quick turns.
What? Of course it’s good for the course! Makes it way more interesting to play.
Under my theory that golfers are proto-viri, (developed over several summers as a mower/maintenance laborer reporting to the Greenskeeper), I see no reason to believe that you have feelings or that you have an active circulatory system.
Lola (is tha you?), you have good reason to distrust Montana. We were driving through last year, and were stopped for ‘speeding’. The Police Officer issued a ticket, and told us we could pay him in cash right then and there.
Ohhhhhkay.
But, it’s the last bloody state to drive through before home. And there’s cows.
“North Dakota: Come for the bitter-cold barren plains, stay for the cows.”
– proposed slogan of North Dakota Board of Tourism
So maybe he’s making sad pit bull puppy eyes.
Me too. (Alaska and Hawaii are the others)
I’m going to Mt. Rushmore later this year. I figure I’ll drive north from there, cross the state border, stop the car, get out, put my feet on the ground, get back in the car and head home.
Oh that was good…so good.
But Snooky-Wookums!
As well you shouldn’t.
Me neither. Now that I’ve lived in both places for a few years, I can definitely tell you there’s something strange about this place.
Maybe it’s something in the water.
Tripler
Ranchers, hippies, and UnaBombers, oh my!
Okay. Now I’m barfing my guts out.
Bosda, must you be struck upside the head with a mallet before clues sink in? Dopers have told you often enough that your use of screaming, fussy day-glo fonts is hopelessly lame, not to mention annoying as hell. Sure, they’re allowed but they’re for emphasis, better used sparingly, like salt. You dump the whole damned shaker over things.
Fluff has its place–but the Pit ain’t it. Go fluff yourself out in MPSIMS. I don’t mind winnowing out threads for the Pit but you’re making it a cottage industry. Exercise some damned restraint already. You know, like maybe at least aim for some actual content?
Shit. I feel like I’ve been drowned in marshmallow goo.
And I’m not gonna close this thread because Tripler was already thrwarted in his spirited defense of North Dakota. Fair being fair, he at least offered a decent flame against golf.
TVeblen, where in the heck did this marvelous quote go?
“In the grand hierarchy of the Dope (if there was one, which there isn’t), you’d still be a dweeb. A good natured dweeb, but still somebody who ran screaming into battle just to trip on his sword.”
It was the first thing I read this morning and made me laugh out loud, yet now I can find it. Wasn’t it said by you here in this very thread… or have I completely lost it?
I just know my mistake is going to be glaringly obvious and that I’ll be forced to hang my head in shame but I could swear this was here.
Oh hell, I got your admonitions of fluff mixed up with that of shiny assholes. Never mind.
That wasn’t this thread; it was her parting shot in the Shiny Asshole thread.
Oh, you knew that. Never mind me either.
Well, that’s definitely true. Such an idiosyncratic bunch. My very own officemate is a native Montanan, and you’d be hard-pressed to find anything in common between us besides the fact that we’re both programmers. Still, I haven’t yet found anywhere (Missoula specifically, mind you) I’d rather settle down.
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I’ve heard there are a few guys who can do this, albeit with some difficulty.
Of course, for someone who was prepared to fuck a whole state, it should be a piece of cake. 