Golf Balls In The Drink

I was checking out a site in the marsh the other day. Traipsing around, and I happened to find these golf balls in the marsh. It only took me a short time to pick up five.

How’d they get there? I’m nowhere near any golf course. I’m in the creek. There’s no golf course in sight. And so I look across the creek and there’s some places there that have the potential to shoot these off and for some of them to land in the drink. And some of them land on the marsh. And some of them are going to land, possibly, in somebody’s stomach. Like an animal’s. And that’s bullshit. Stop. Ok? I’ve said enough. Golfballs. In the drink. Give me a break.

Stop. Ok?

Some of these could end up in an animal’s stomach.