The Open

I watched 11 hours of The Open on Friday (and yes, that was 3:00 am to 2:00 pm Central time).  I caught five hours on Saturday and most of Sunday.

My heart was racing as Adam Scott faultered at the end.  I felt so bad for the guy.  To put it lightly, he took a shit over the last four holes.

I, on my ninth day off from work, did the same.  I'm surprised I didn't shit myself on any of the previous eight days.  What I thought would be a clean fart ended up quite juicey.  I had to throw the underwear away.  It was bad.

I'm surprised my dog still sleeps in the same bed with me.