Some dude tried to race me last night. I was in third gear, floored it, and he ate my dust. He ATE it. Then we pulled up to a red light and I thought we were going to battle again, but we both saw the cop across the street so there was no race off the line.
In my quest to become a real golfer I hit the driving range on Sunday. After about 15 pathetic swings (I either slice about 50 yards to the right, or hit the ball 15-20 feet) I got a blister on my thumb. The world, the god damn world, gets a point.
Blue Steel 17
Wii 6
World 2
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