Played golf yesterday…at Western Hills and pretty much stunk it up. Of course it was the same temperature and the melting point of rubber so not much is to be expected.
Camber last night, in the course of playing with a golf ball in Coopers room accidently sent it through his window. Yeah. [...]
the G sides
the randomness of a distracted existential tour guide.
Recent Comments
- Matt: Grant, I know right where you’re at. We like to play a fun game called fashion strategy or fashion...
- jill: hey. i have to say that i was completely engaged with your story. kind of wanted to find out what happened....
- daveb: Hard lesson to learn! Been praying for you man…keep up the good work.
- clay: that is pretty cool, but i still prefer the night you scared away half the youth group. haha.
- Kitty: I’ve gotta second that, Heath!!
- wayne: There are restaurants with nude and non-nude sections? Wow, i’ve missed those…although, when...
- Kitty: Sounds like the good ole’ USA to me! We miss you!!!!
- robert: i was just wondering if you went natural or not.
btw, i haven’t noticed any photos of the beach on... - Heath: BWAHA! That’s a great mental image: Grant at a Nude beach. (For the record, in my mental image you are...
- Kitty: Yuk! TMI!