posted on Sep, 14 2009 @ 04:41 PM
After 9 holes, the one player driving alone in our threesome needs to urinate in the clubhouse bathroom. I see a golf club sitting in a trashcan and
decide to go take a look at it. Turns out it was only the club shaft with the clubhead's whereabouts unknown. Next to the shaft is about a three foot
dead Cottonmouth. Seeing as how I've had about four Heineken's by this point, I see a great opportunity to fish out said Cottonmouth and
strategically place it in the urinating man's golf cart, down on the floor of the cart. Urinating man comes back with fresh beer in hand which he
purchased after urinating and proceeds to place his beer in the cup holder and drive off to the tenth hole with us following close behind, never
noticing the looming death laying near his feet. We all tee off on ten and urinating man gets back in cart and drives off to play second shot. While
urinating man is driving with beer in hand, urinating man sees the Cottonmouth and launches himself out of his cart while the cart keeps going.
Urinating man, while dropping F-bombs, rolling on the ground and spilling his newly purchased beverage, turns back to us and yells "efiin' snake".
Oh, it was so beautiful!
I bought him two for the one he lost, it was the least I could do.
[edit on 14-9-2009 by Dr Love]