Yes, indeed! That bear was just plain ol' rude!
Jumps on at zero and before we are even through the tunnel... "Grrr grr grrrr grrr grrr." "I can't understand you." "Grr grr grrr grrrrrrr grrr gr grrrr." "Don't be mean." "Grrrr grr grr grrrrr grrr." "Let's go to my house." "Grrr grrrr grr grrrr grrr grrr grr." "That was a lucky shot." "Grrrr grrr grrr grr grrr." "That wasn't nice!" "Grrr grr grrr grrrr grr." "Let's go to my house." "Let's go to my house." (Still hear "grrr grrr'ing trailing off as we exit first hole).
Hole #2: "Grrrr grrr grrr grrr grrr." "I can't understand you." "Grrr grrr grrr grr grrr." "Grrr grrr grr grr grrrrr." (now he's typing at warp-speed in SF chat!) "Grrrr grrr grr grr grrrr." "Let's go to
your house."
Granny had enough and retorts, "NO!!!" I commented, "I wouldn't if I were you." He got upset with us and left... Imagine that!
Does he think I am hoarding all his porridge at my estate or what? Has porridge, will travel? Good grief.
Anyway, my golfing is fair to stinky most days, (sometimes boarders on wreaks to high heaven), but yesterday I was actually doing pretty well... UNTIL said bear! Now it has ME saying, "Grrrrr grrr grrrr grrr grrr!"
Check it out:
(BTW, I erased part of the bear's name, so as to not start up any trouble... I just left in the parts of his name that
I found to be pertinent).
I'd like to make a throw rug outta that bear!
Oh well, Granny... Important thing is, he did leave, and you weren't made into rabbit stew...And my kitty didn't end up in chow mein either.
Thanks so much!
"That was fun!"
"Want to golf?"
