nobody likes a quiter

Of all the rumors and stories passed between us, this is probably the most exciting. Gephart Quit. J/K told me this. Romeo, a slightly more credible source but not by much, told me this. Even The Mac is passing along the news. With Chuck gone, Gep had to pick up the slack and he obviously could not take the heat. It is very hard to replace a worker like Chuck and the weight of this responsibility can easily make any mere mortal crumble with self-doubt and cowardlyness<----totally a real word.

Poop

Here is what i really hate. Some mornings, early, dudes love to take dumps in the men's room. Big, smelly dumps that require the door to the men's room to be closed and the window to be opened for the smell to escape. Why do they feel the need to take their first shit five minutes before they tee off? beats me

MISSING ITEM: VERY URGENT, ALL BLOG MEMBERS MUST READ

MISSING: MY SWING

• LAST SEEN ON: GOD KNOWS WHEN
• DATE MISSING: SOMEWHERE AROUND MAY OF 2002, WHEN I PURCHASED MY FIRST SET OF CLUBS
• LOOK FOR THESE SIGNS: LARGE UNCURABLE BLOCKS AND SLICES, DUCK HOOKS, SHANKS, DUFFS, CHUNKS, TOPS, CHUNKED CHIPS, LAG PUTTS, AND, ONCE IN A WHILE, NO FORWARD PROGRESS WITH THE GOLFING BALL
• I URGE YOU ALL NOT TO SUCCUMB TO THESE IRREVERSIBLE SWING DISASTERS
• IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY ME VIA MOBILE PHONE, FACEBOOK, MYSPACE, NOT TWITTER, OR JUST WRITE IT ON THE SCHEDULE IN THE BALL ROOM
• THE REWARD VARIES FROM PERSON TO PERSON DEPENDING ON WHO FINDS THIS WALKING DISASTER
• KINGER: ONE CAN OF COPENHAGEN FINE CUT SNUFF
• DAVID: A NIGHT ALONE WITH ANY CENTRAL SLOP OF YOUR CHOSING
• TIM: A FRESHLY COOKED TRAY OF CHICKEN NUGGETS

This is very urgent everybody and I would greatly appreciate any information on the topic. There's a high probability that I may earn a bachelor's degree in business when I graduate in 2012 before my swing comes around again. But thank you for complying.

In completely unrelated news, it feels like things are really starting to get into the summer swing, no pun intended. It's good to see things back to normal after that horrendous winter. I'd also like to offer some blog-belated-birthday-wishes to one of our own, Mr. David Mccleary. As he gets older, his wisdom continues to try and outgrow his midsection. Just kidding Dave, that was tasteless. Happy Birthday my man. But I'm looking forward to the end of these damned summer classes so I can hit up the range on a regular basis and return to some sort of respectable form so I can start putting up decent rounds with you gentlemen. So until then, hit 'em straight.