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When we went out for a little while Sunday afternoon, Bubba stashed his biscotti container of used golf balls behind a bush.
It was gone when we came back.
Someone had stolen a jugful of golf balls that had obviously been saved up for a long time. Someone who could afford to golf on our course couldn't be bothered to pay for his own balls. He had to steal a kid's.
We are all pissed, and Bubba was devastated. Thank goodness he has school to distract him now, and he also has two more jugs of golf balls to use if he chooses to.
It's a tough world out there, folks. Poor Bubba.
Posted Susan at August 18, 2008 10:46 PMThat rich bastard who stole Bubba's balls (that doesn't sound right, does it?) will get what's coming to him.
And Bubba will never lbe able eave his balls out alone again (wait, that didn't sound right, either).
The thief will get his clubs stolen, I predict.
Posted by: Your Sister at August 19, 2008 07:45 PMWe are all so sad for Bubba. And very disgusted with the guy who took the container of balls. Now Bubba knows that not everybody is nice.
Posted by: Mom/Grandma at August 20, 2008 08:38 AM