Yeah, I don’t think I’m doin’ somethin’ right here…
And then Egbert never took me golfin’ again. He felt a little better ‘bout it after I covered th’damages, and they let ‘im back in the clubhouse. Don’t tell him, but they weren’t goin’ to until I had a word or two with them.
(( This exists for several reasons. A while ago, Lalonde pointed out that Bro looks like what she coined as “an extreme golfer”, then came up with the idea later that Bro would try to play with a sword. Dadbert’s presence is Matt’s fault, since he’s once again rekindled my love for DadBro. I also happen to live in Augusta, GA, where the Masters golf tournament is being held. Every year tourists clog up our roads for a week and venturing downtown is impossible.
Also, this is the last/second-to-last drawing that will be put on this blog, as I’m ending it officially in the next week or two. More info to come later. ))