Last night, none other than Harry calls me from his blackberry while I'm sitting at my desk at 8pm working. "Yeah, we just played 54 holes, are sitting here drinking $2 stellas and waiting for a pizza". I immediately unleashed a few expletives before asking who was winning the matches.
Here's a photo they sent up to rub it in my face. Looks like they're having a great time.

Wait, is that Phil Mickelson?
2 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
nice job.
Absolute classic.
At least you have me feeding it to Harry, which is appropriate considering the fact he was my bitch the entire vacation.
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