Now that I’ve understood why you do not want to hold a golf club in your palm and fully gotten the physical hang of why you grip the golf club as such, I now believe I’m addicted to the driving range.
That’s a good thing, seeing how it’s the only thing in my life that doesn’t cost $4 each way to get to. The price of gas. The price of gas.
Post-Katrina, I did a post about how someone found my site by Googling “three dollars a fucking gallon.” Now, if you tell me somebody’s got gas for $3, I’ll be saying the same thing. Except it’ll sound different. ‘Twould definitely have more of a “party over here!” sound to it, yanno?