At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast Where I stole the mar-juh-reen An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine I saw a handsome parish lady Make her entrance like a queen Why she was totally chenille And her old man was a Marine As she abused a sausage pattie And said why don't you treat me mean
Well, it kind of figures....those idiots in SF have turned over Golden Gate Park to the homeless crack heads, the whole place smells like P*ss now and is totally disgusting. Mice pee all the time, they leave little droplets wherever they go. So, it just goes to reason that the libiots out there would want to cater to them too. I guess they just dig the smell of urine.
I was on the 8th at Meadow Links and a flock of geese alighted on the green, just a few feet from my ball. One of them started towards my ball, so I threw my putter and hit it right in the butt. They all started squawking and flapping their wings, so I chased them off the green, yelling "This is our land, not yours ! Go back to Canada !"
I apologize for causing such anguish amongst this particular gaggle, as I can see now it went right back to headquarters, which I believe is in Ottowa.