There was an episode of Home Improvement where Tim and Al make "The man's bathroom". From their stainless steel, turbo-flushing commode they can watch television, read a magazine, or...uh...eat and drink.
Now, the reading I get. The television is a bit much but I can kind of understand it for someone with bad personal internal plumbing who spends lots of time on the can. But eating? No.
See, there is something about food that makes me not really want to mix it with feces. They just belong in different parts of the house. I don't want them in the same part of the house, much less the same room.
So something tells me I will not be visiting a chain of restaurants where the seats are toilets and the food is shaped like excretions. Pardon my French, but that is a crappy idea.
Planning Summerfield
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We are playing Summerfield. It is a pretty soft course, looks like a 116
slope, 2300ish yards. 6 par 4s, 3 par 3s, par 33 course. I have played it
several...
5 years ago
1 comment:
That is just sick beyond words.
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