This reminds me of the town where we played darts in the basement of that bar....you know, where you "met" that guy. haha! I'm never gonna let you live that one down...if only there were others to witness it. I can't remember the name of the town, but it is also where we had schnitzel at the castle.
The new place looks nice and I bet it is more fun to have the town right there too!
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.
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This reminds me of the town where we played darts in the basement of that bar....you know, where you "met" that guy. haha! I'm never gonna let you live that one down...if only there were others to witness it. I can't remember the name of the town, but it is also where we had schnitzel at the castle.
The new place looks nice and I bet it is more fun to have the town right there too!
HA! yeah, that was a bit strange.
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