Well well: they have a little putting game here that my colleagues enjoy, and what should I find next to it but a pile of pink golf balls, of the distinguished Flying Lady brand. Now sing it with me, my friends:
“Flying lady’s in the rough
Didn’t know love could be so tough…”
2 comments:
Knew 'twas blind but didn't foresee
The hazards, the heartache, his apathy"
Rhymes with golfeuse?
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