And God said “as it’s already such a Me awful game, what with the slicing and shanking and imagined violence on one’s playing partner who’s got that fking smirk on his face and condescending advice thing going on, why don’t we introduce a… wait for it… carry bag and you can add a shoulder reco to the list in 20 years time…” While you’re still doing the life sentence for when that violence isn’t so imagined after the water hazard on the 15th. The one that got drained looking for your playing partner. The same hazard you were getting “advice” about. But you did a sing song when they let you out for the eulogy; Runaway Dwaine Never coming back Dissapeared When he suggested im a hack. Now run an enamel mug along some iron bars….

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