Every time I golf.

I sometimes do things that no other human has ever done.

Birdie, birdie. Par, birdie to start the round on Sunday! -3 after 4 holes and shot a 91.

If you dont know golf -3 after 4 and +22 on the remaining 14.

My brain felt like it was a feral clown factory, where the shift manager’s crying in the break room because his girlfriend’s mom is judgy about his novelty hat collection, a raccoon in a banana hammock is running HR, the forklift is all shined up nice, the intern just stapled his tie to a ham sandwich and I'm on time and a half running into a long weekend.

You know what I mean?