I lost my Golf clubs and trolley when i lost my ball in the rough
Fortunatey my fathers cut throat razor and the vast expanse of woodland thatched round the course allowed me to make an entire set of golf clubs until the 18th hole. Using a protractor I managed to even raise the elavation on each club to allow it the loft it needed per club value
Then I found my gold clubs driving my car in the car park drinking Ribena and feeding a family of goats in the back.
Then, as quick as it'd all begun, my golf clubs had taken control of the bell tower on the 5th hole and slowly but surely had manage to coax all the worms from beneath the dirt to backflip. The sound of a billion slimy pieces of skin slapping the grass became excrucuating
It turned out I was dreaming and the golf clubs were just where I left them
IN THE CAR!
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