Gents, I sadly must decline the rare opportunity. I have entered a weight loss contest with 425 other portly denizens of the pine cone city. I have informed the Az Daily Sun which is sponsoring this event that someone would have to have liposuction, lapse into a 14 week coma, or have one of their larger appendages amputated in order to beat me. They did see fit to publish my picture last Sun as the penultimate shedder of avoirdupois to this date. I would be in first place if alcohol were calorie free or if ,heaven forbid, I merely didn't ingest any. Yeah, like that's gonna' happen. I'm afraid that hanging with the likes of you (and you are my kind of people) will abnegate my current resolve.
Best Wishes to all and I think someone should at least send me 1/2 of the putt pot for allowing one of you chumps to win that event.
E
Ernie - You know I mean no offense, but look Chubbo, the exercise would benefit you.
Whanging and flailing with your much-abused putter through the underbrush of the hinterlands in lower Arizona is just what you need to leapfrog your twenty-score competitors. That and a warm, soapy shower shared with Gregg might do more for your not-surprisingly tepid self image than starving your bloated ass to dump one more case off the proverbial beer truck disguised on your body as Dunlop Disease.
If a sleek, athletic body was worth having, do you think Mohr would look the way he does? OK, bad example. But the warm soapy shower with Gregg has to have you reconsidering. (I've found it's best to let him pick up his own dropped soap, by the way.) Think about it, compose your most irascible response, and join the jumbucks. Let's hear from you, laddie. C'mon!!!
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Good for you! Although it's not the first 18 holes that puts on the pounds, it must be the 19th hole. Looking forward to seeing your svelt self and doing what we can do to negate the lost poundage.
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