My sister sent me this email earlier today. Ray is her boyfriend. Enjoy, I know I did.
"So I went golfing this past weekend and was ejected from the golf cart and was badly hurt. Ray will pay for this tragedy. My arm is all screwed up and pussing and gross. But I never lost my beer-flying thru the air, sliding down the fairway-I held that beer."I see it as a story of inspiration. My sister, in a moment of panic of real danger knows what is important in life.
I asked my sister for permission to post her email and of course she said no. She is still mad that I posted the fact that she takes a poo sometimes with a cat sitting in her lap. But then she relented, probably knowing I would post it anyway. But she said she wanted me to know the whole story. Which follows:
"I had planned this golf outing for my company. Tee time was at 9:03. So of course we have to get up super early and I invited Ray cuz i was short a person. The night before the cat (the one you previously wrote about) got out again and was gone for like 9 hrs. so needless to say I had only slept for an hour and a half. So everyone meets at my house and we are already drinking at 8:00 am. (Except Ray) So we get there an everything is great. and we're at the 7th hole and Ray says, "Honey why don't you ride with me?" So I grab my beer and get in. So he's driving and all is good and then he decides that he is gonna turn it up a notch and starts driving crazy and takes this SHARP right turn. I go FLYING out of the cart-beer and all- flying thru the air and slide down the fairway on my stomach. My left arm stretched out holding my beer, I finally stop sliding and I still had the beer. I stood up and the beer can was like...dented from me gripping it so tightly. The worst is that other people from the company saw this Blue thing (ME) flying thru the air and were dying laughing. Like I said earlier- my arm is awful and infected and pussing and throbbing."Ray also puked on my sister a couple of years ago. He's a real catch.
