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jaxxor
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on a bright Saturday morning sometime in spring of 01 my grandparents called me and asked me to come over. some friends of theirs were visiting, and they wanted me to meet their daughter, who was a couple years younger than me and in college. I headed over, mostly because they had biscuits and gravy cooking for brunch.
so the visit went well enough, polite chit chat and whatnot. We went back to the gameroom to play pool, and in the course of doing that we found a golf club. I was kind of feeling like showing off, and they were bored, so we headed outside so I could hit things with the driver.
pinecones were ok, but they didn't go very far, and rocks were a bad idea. we walked down to my grandparent's duck pond, and there It happened. I found a pile of goose eggs lying under a paddle boat, and got an Idea.
I tee'd up, squared my shoulders, dropped my chin, and swung like Tiger Woods. Had I been hitting a real ball it would have undoubtedly been a 300 yard drive. As it was, the egg simply exploded, and in bizarre defiance of the laws of physics coated every fucking surface of my person.
I stood there in shock, the silence broken only by egg dripping from my frame. The girls stood mute witness to the scene, then slowly begin to giggle. Words are incapable of describing the hilarity that followed me as I retreated to my home. I could still hear the laughter as I scrubbed bits of shell from my hair in the shower, and their tears of laughter still appear before me whenever I pick up a golf club.
so the visit went well enough, polite chit chat and whatnot. We went back to the gameroom to play pool, and in the course of doing that we found a golf club. I was kind of feeling like showing off, and they were bored, so we headed outside so I could hit things with the driver.
pinecones were ok, but they didn't go very far, and rocks were a bad idea. we walked down to my grandparent's duck pond, and there It happened. I found a pile of goose eggs lying under a paddle boat, and got an Idea.
I tee'd up, squared my shoulders, dropped my chin, and swung like Tiger Woods. Had I been hitting a real ball it would have undoubtedly been a 300 yard drive. As it was, the egg simply exploded, and in bizarre defiance of the laws of physics coated every fucking surface of my person.
I stood there in shock, the silence broken only by egg dripping from my frame. The girls stood mute witness to the scene, then slowly begin to giggle. Words are incapable of describing the hilarity that followed me as I retreated to my home. I could still hear the laughter as I scrubbed bits of shell from my hair in the shower, and their tears of laughter still appear before me whenever I pick up a golf club.