After a defeated conversation with Dick, I was in a pretty foul mood - then Hedds calls. She asks if I know about a certain driving range in Chicago. Boom. I load up the car and I'm off down the highway determined to wack at some balls.
I don't know how we lucked out but since we got there so late and paid for parking we got a free bucket of balls. I was just so angry and frustrated I just wanted to knock those lil fuckers out of the range. Then I sorta had a moment of clarity. Set myself for the shot and it was sweet. Hedds said so. From then on it was concetrating on being consistent. Hedds thinks I found my game. I think we're going back tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm tired of wacking at balls. NO Dev, I'm not talking about genitalia.
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I'm tellin ya... My inner lesbian softball coach wants to hits some balls. Let's do this.
Dude. Sluggers. We can hit ALL kinds of balls there. AND drink.
yeah I always got the feeling you two were teh ghey.
Fag.
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