Greg and I went to play golf today. Did my usual steady but decent blah round with a few total blow ups. Shot 88. Nice public course, though. Miccosukee, I believe.
After, we were driving down the road past the airport on our way to a tackle shop, a little 4 door Acura wagon pulls past us. Greg says, "Damn, that car is full of honey buns."
I'm thinking to myself, "Sweet, a car full of women, let's take a look."
Greg gets back up next to the car, and the back seat was literally packed full of sweet tasty treats.

Dammit.
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