Helllooooo there!!

Well hello my fellow bloggers!! Excuse me for slacking on my updates. Let's see... Well it's been great weather outside, WOOHOO!! I've been hitting the local disc golf course and I'm pretty excited that I'm doing so well, especially after having my bicep reattached to my arm last fall. A few weeks ago I gathered a few homies together and forced a few that probably were too hung over to play, and I'm going to say that with a lot of truth. Beeeecause, one of the said persons had no thought of common courtesy for other players and thought it would be safe to throw her disc at point-blank range from my HEAD!! Hmm, now why you would do this just BLOWS my mind!! Maybe I'll wait until he is at least ten feet from me, THEN I"ll throw!! Uhhhh, WRONG!! She waits for me to turn away from her and then puts all her "probably" still drunken effort into this throw and hits me "maybe" a foot from the end of her arm!! I totally could hear tweedy bird chirping and starz twinkling!! Yes, I fell right to the ground and "tried" to self soothe my boo boo that the bad lady just blasted into my dome. But with every breathe I took my heart pumped at full force, enough blood to fill this Twinkie sized "bump" on the back of my head!! Of course the culprit rushed to my side and proceeded to caress me like a drunken ritard at a petting zoo! With every stroke, I wanted to live up to my native Navajo heritage and slap-a-ho!! After about five minutes of pretending that the fetal position was comfy I rose up and floated to the next tee. Now I say floated because my vision and my head were still trying to "straighten" themselves back into working order! Now the rest of the six holes of this course, every time ANYONE threw I was dropping to the ground like I was a soldier of Nam!! I was traumatized!! Do you know what she said?? "I'll make it up to you!, "anything you want?" Ok, now I'm a guy and at first question I had to chuckle to myself because really, what does "anything you want" in tell? I'm confused?? My mind went crazy! I was like a little kid again. Back when my grandparents took me to the store and said "pick a candy, anything you want!!" the only bad thing about this was, I'm older and my "candy" requirements aren't exactly wrapped and sold next to the chocolate Kisses! So after struggling and chuckling deep in my psyche, I for some godly reason said "you owe me a beer, 12 of them motherfuckers!!" WHAT THE FUCK!! I must need counseling. I traded beer for the perfect VIP pass to the "Candy Shop??!!" Yup!! So sad... So sad!! Sorry world, I guess I must've had a concussion, or a conscience!! By the way, I need to collect what's coming to me!! LQL!!