hmm.
whyd i do it?
there was this little furry squirrel romping around in the grass and green lake pitch and put.
i decide to throw a golf ball at it to scare it away.
but just and i throw it, the poor bastard springs forward.
the fucking ball lands right on his smaller-than-golfball-sized skull!!
he stopped. dazed, he slowly blinks his black, glassy, wee-beedy eyes...while looking right at me.
getting over the initial shock, he hops back toward a tree. i dont think he coulda made it up it... maybe.
but he just chilled there for a bit as i went to retrieve my ball.
damn. my bad, squirrel.
this was as bad as keith being convinced that i was trying to run over the little baby ducklings with our canoe in lake washington.
(i was just trying to get one on my paddle to fling it across the water )

4/4.
not too bad.
caused a bit of havoc though.
save the drama for your momma.
gay.