Judge: You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself. Ty: Don't sell yourself short Judge, you're a tremendous slouch.
Spalding: This is good stuff. I got it from a Negro. You're probably high already and you don't even know it.
I was born to love you I was born to lick your face I was born to rub you But you were born to rub me first.
Consider yourself at home Consider yourself one of the family We've taken to you so strong It's clear we're going to get along
I'm an American, Christian and Texan. I'm a liberal democrat with socialist tendencies. I'm a son and a friend. I'm a student and a worker. I'm an actor and playwright. I am a fat and bald 38 year old. Dog and cat owner, gambler and sometime drunkard. What else do you want to know?
In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, 'Au revoir, gopher'. So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
Let me tell you a little story. I once knew a guy who could have been a great golfer, could have gone pro, all he needed was a little time and practice. Decided to go to college instead. Went for four years, did pretty well. At the end of his four years, his last semester he was kicked out... You know what for? He was night putting, just putting at night with the fifteen-year-old daughter of the Dean... You know who that guy was Joshaaronb? Take one good guess. That guy was Mitch Comstein, my roommate. He was a good guy.
What's funny is that this had a poll to it and it didn't post but I think I like this outcome much better.
AMERICA has 3 enemies in no particular order....... terrorists, liberals and conservatives. Without the division they create people would learn the importance of compromise. Compromise with the terrorists you say? OIL speaks and everyone listens.
