Dear Diary,
Today, I have more in common with Tiger Woods. Would you like to take a guess? Cool, go. Ok yeah, both of us like red shirts. Yup we both are also named after big cats. And yes, we both love the ladies. That gets you a little closer to our new thing in common. Nope. I've never won a major. You know that a**hole. You'll never guess so I'll just tell you. We both got hit upside the head with golf clubs. Huh? That's what you were gonna say? Damn. Before you ask it had nothing to do with the ladies and it wasn't TLO. You're good though. But I don't care. I think the give a f*** part of my mind has been damaged, if it ever existed. All I was trying to do was get in some exercise on the course yesterday. I got it and I learned a lesson. Never stand behind someone holding a golf club. At least I got some lunch out of it. Actually, I probably would have gotten the lunch anyway. Catfish from Johnny Rebs. Excellent as usual, but it was enough to eat for both lunch and dinner. So I did. But to tell the truth, I'd rather have paid for lunch and not taken the blow to the head. But, it was my fault. Huh? You've been waiting to hear me say those words? Well, I could have a pocket full of f***s and I still wouldn't give one. Now go f*** yourself before I demonstrate how it happened on you.
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