Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

I laughed.

Beat me.

I deserve it. I know it. Don't worry. Everyone will get a shot. I won't fight back. I won't struggle. No steel-toed boots, please. And you can call me names, too. Go ahead.

It's just that I thought it was funny. I mean, funny in a ... well, an objective sort of way.

I don't hate dogs. I like most dogs. Those little ones, the ratdogs and ones that look like little canned hams with hair -- you can keep those. Well, I suppose if you're bleached blonde and not very muscular and you absolutely need a dog to walk to look cu ... umm, glamorous, then one of those dogs is for you. But then, I hate ... that's getting off the subject

I don't hate cats, either. I really don't. What? You don't believe me? Okay, cats are ... well, the only way I can explain cats is that they are the reincarnations of people. How do I explain this to ... well, Catholics.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me, Charles Manson was at the Gibault Center in Terre Haute, Indiana, for a little while -- bad example, he's still alive. But that guy who blew up the federal building in Oklahoma City, he was executed in Terre Haute in the federal prison there -- ummm, Timothy McVeigh, he was an evil dude ... we can all agree on that. Well, he's probably a cat (by now, run over for the fifth or sixth time or dead from being thrown by two juvenile delinquents out of a 17th floor window to see if he could land on his feet) ... reincarnated, you know what I mean.