The Stupid Golf Story!

One day, as I was sitting at home eating Trix and reading Return of the King for the fiftieth time, I recieved a phone call. This phone call was from none other than IDLR, who said that he had found a bunch of golf balls, and suggested that we do something stupid with them. I agreed wholeheartedly, and since we're desperatley in need of content on this site, I suggested that we record our events with my digital camera of love in a blatant rip off of 100mph. IDLR agreed. After picking up dog shit and doing laundry, IDLR was on the way to my house.

Upon his arrival at my house, we decided against hitting the balls onto the freeway and in favor of hopping a few barbed wire fences and braving the perilous paths that led to the all mighty River of Death. One of the disks the pictures were stored on broke, so you don't get to see such classics as "DBK smacks a tree really hard in anger" or "IDLR uses beer bottles as golf balls, much to the chagrin of DBK who has glass flying into his face" or " The Telecom-munists find a table and chairs in a no trespassing area and have tea." Oh well. HERE IS TEH BEST STUFFS!!!!