It might be cheesy, and I wasn't there to verify it, but I imagine the conversation went something like...this
Peter: "Daughter, get out here."
Girl: "What's up, Dad?"
Peter: "Look at the mess your pet goats made! Complete slobs!"
Girl: "I am calling Mom!"
Mom: "Hello?"
Girl: "Hi, mom. Dad wants to talk to you."
Peter: "Woman, Bring me some beer."
Mom: "What? No. Get it yourself."
BOOM! BOOM!
Mom gets home, checks out the yard, finds Peter did the only thing he could when he told her to get him a beer and he didn't...he shot one of the pet goats.
Sounds reasonable to me...
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:
What a sicko. Wish the goats would have taken his entrails out.
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