Golfing Lemurs
I went out miniature golfing today. Well, I *tried* to, anyway. A little pimply-faced brat of about 17 said it was a family-type establishment and he said I most *certainly* am not a family-friendly, safe sort of fellow.
I told him, "look here...do you think it's SMART of you to deny ME something I want to do? Do YOU, you drooling, oozing sack of human pus, REALLY think you can stop me from doing what I want to do?"
By the time I said that, he'd called security, and I nonchalantly proclaimed, "oh, now isn't THIS despicable! A gang of toupee-wearing, scuffed-shoe-wearing, high class MORONS who DARE to prevent me, Smith, from a little fun! AHAHAHA!"
Here they were then...
And here they are now.
BASTARDS. No one gets in the way of Smith's leisure time. NO ONE! BWAHAHAHAHA!
I managed to get a photo snapped of me having a wonderful day...this was taken, of course, *after* I lemur-ized them.
I told him, "look here...do you think it's SMART of you to deny ME something I want to do? Do YOU, you drooling, oozing sack of human pus, REALLY think you can stop me from doing what I want to do?"
By the time I said that, he'd called security, and I nonchalantly proclaimed, "oh, now isn't THIS despicable! A gang of toupee-wearing, scuffed-shoe-wearing, high class MORONS who DARE to prevent me, Smith, from a little fun! AHAHAHA!"
Here they were then...
And here they are now.
BASTARDS. No one gets in the way of Smith's leisure time. NO ONE! BWAHAHAHAHA!
I managed to get a photo snapped of me having a wonderful day...this was taken, of course, *after* I lemur-ized them.