One spring I got hired to help out on a golf course owned by a friend of the family. My job was to frive around in a golf cart and pick up any stick of any size that was on the course. I ended up finding a nice spot to park the golf cart behind a pine tree to take a nap.
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average sunday:
get up-->church-->computer-->nap-->computer-->food-->computer-->nap-->food-->nap-->comuter-->dinner-->nap(maybe)-->computer-->bed
Originally posted by Splinemodel
I'm a criminally abusive snooze button junkie.