The Summer of Dev
Welcome. I've created this blog to alleviate some of the intense boredom I have at my summer job. It's hard to describe what the actual Summer of Dev is, all I can say is that it's a 3 month long celebration similar to the festivities of Devember. As far as the blog goes though, I'll just be writing political rants, movie reviews, BURRITO recipes, sports topics, DevTheories(TM), and maybe an adventure or two from the summer. Thanks for reading.
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Wow, thanks for that Dev. I'm glad you pointed out the "grass" for me. However, as an 8 handicap (despite only golfing ~6-8 times/yr), I'm pretty sure I understand the inner workings of golf. I'm also good enough that a divot on the green is so common it isn't worthy of a picture. If it were a par 5 and that was your drive, I'd be impressesed, but even my Taylor Made R5 can't do that.
Ya, and your pose is called 'gay'.
Sounds like there are some wild times down in America, between your pictures of grass dents and Louis' CRAAAAZY last bachelor summer.
Dev,
I don't know who I hate more, canadian's or stupid people from NJ. Still pissed about having to check my bag on the plane. Pretty hard to believe Wigger Cracker has a 8 handicap for only playing 6-8 times a year in the snow. They must use the neon orange balls in the artic circle.
An American, a Scot and a Canuk were in a terrible car accident. They were all brought to the same emergency room, but all three of them died before they arrived. Just as they were about to put the toe tag on the American, he stirred and opened his eyes. Astonished, the doctors and nurses present asked him what happened.
"Well," said the American, "I remember the crash, and then there was a beautiful light, and then the Canadian and the Scot and I were standing at the gates of heaven. St. Peter approached us and said that we were all too young to die, and that for a donation of $100, we could return to the earth."
He continued, " So of course, I pulled out my wallet and gave him the $100, and the next thing I knew I was back here."
"That's amazing!" said one of the doctors, "But what happened to the other two?"
"Last I saw them," replied the American, "the Scot was haggling over the price and the Canadian was waiting for the government to pay for his."
Well Louis, I was on the Golf team in High School, and I played a lot then. I also get to play at this (http://www.highlandsgolfclub.com/) perfectly manicured private golf club because my Dad's an Oil Baron (well, for a solid 5 months of the year anyways).
LJ,
Definitely glad to be out of Jersey and back in the South, atleast the trash gets picked up here. The 8 handicap is a bit suspect, I'm guessing someone just googled 'golf terms.'
Anyway, the pics should be up this afternoon unless I take another nap or go to the beach.
Oh man, you guys HAVE to vote for him. He's the scariest man alive, NOBODY would attack you! Just do it!!
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Like dev said, these canadians are behind times. Apparently billy "cracker" bad ass is hitting the brand new R5 up there. Down here in the south, where their isn't just one nice golf course, but 200 within a two hour drive, we hit the new R7. Highly doubtful that cracker even knows what a handicap is and how to score a handicap, and if he does putt putt doesn't count.
Cracker should just take the screws out of the driver and insert them in his ass.
My Dad bought an R7 and gave me his R5. He's a 4 handicap. Why would I buy a new R7 to golf ~7 times a year (only 3 so far this year)? For the record, I don't HAVE to know how to calculate my handicap, because the computer does it for me at our ultra private golf course. However, I DO have a degree with the equivalent of a double minor (Math and Physics), so chances are pretty good that I could do it myself. I don't know how much this "Polanski" guy knows about the Canadian prairies, but we're kinda known for being flat and green. We EASILY have 200 golf courses within a two hour drive. Maybe even 1 hr 56 min.
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