Date, September 12th.
Dear Diary,
Of course, he had to come back. I knew he would someday. He pushed my buttons, but I tried to ignore him. I mean, eggs and bacon? How is that going to get me back into my game?
Yes, I am talking aboit the Armarillo Kidd. That horrid armadillo was trying to get me back into minigolf. I didn't want to.
Driving records mean nothing. if you're about to run over a grasshopper. I manage to stop the car, just before impact. Skipper's wasnt happy with me and I was convinced that nice guys reall DO finish last.
Then HE comes, in my face and nagginf for me game. I tell him no, but he won't listen. It was really getting on my nerves.
I told him never again and slip underground. Later on, I find him playing against Julian, winning everything. Julian can't make the shot that would keep him his loyal subjects, so I push in and shoot it. Then I throw down the club and run away.
I had sworn, never again.
I ended up telling the team my past. What else could I do? Skipper didn't like my having a secret guilt.
Kidd kept at me for the whole day. I hate to think what would have happened if I didn't give in.
He threatened to blow up the zoo unless I play against him and WIN! There was nothing else any of us could do. No even Kowalski's spitting on the reacter core-thingy helped.
So I played my best game. We were tied and Kidd shot a great hole-in-one. I had to make the shot and I would beat him. But just as I am about to hit the ball, an unfortunete gust of wind, from Julian's bouncy, blew my ball away. I had to take the shot in the wrong direction.
I closed my eyes and held my breath. A hush fell over the crowd, as I swung the club and hit the ball.
Everyone was on the edge of their seats, if they were sitting in any. I watched nervously as the ball rolled towards the hole. Closer, closer.
It stops short, and Kidd is in my face right away. Cheering and wooting, I calm him down some before I 'magicaly' make the ball fall in. Kidd's jaw drops and I hit him out of the zoo, never to return again.
I will never play mingolf again after this. I'm sure Kidd won't mostra his face around here again either.
Dear Diary,
Of course, he had to come back. I knew he would someday. He pushed my buttons, but I tried to ignore him. I mean, eggs and bacon? How is that going to get me back into my game?
Yes, I am talking aboit the Armarillo Kidd. That horrid armadillo was trying to get me back into minigolf. I didn't want to.
Driving records mean nothing. if you're about to run over a grasshopper. I manage to stop the car, just before impact. Skipper's wasnt happy with me and I was convinced that nice guys reall DO finish last.
Then HE comes, in my face and nagginf for me game. I tell him no, but he won't listen. It was really getting on my nerves.
I told him never again and slip underground. Later on, I find him playing against Julian, winning everything. Julian can't make the shot that would keep him his loyal subjects, so I push in and shoot it. Then I throw down the club and run away.
I had sworn, never again.
I ended up telling the team my past. What else could I do? Skipper didn't like my having a secret guilt.
Kidd kept at me for the whole day. I hate to think what would have happened if I didn't give in.
He threatened to blow up the zoo unless I play against him and WIN! There was nothing else any of us could do. No even Kowalski's spitting on the reacter core-thingy helped.
So I played my best game. We were tied and Kidd shot a great hole-in-one. I had to make the shot and I would beat him. But just as I am about to hit the ball, an unfortunete gust of wind, from Julian's bouncy, blew my ball away. I had to take the shot in the wrong direction.
I closed my eyes and held my breath. A hush fell over the crowd, as I swung the club and hit the ball.
Everyone was on the edge of their seats, if they were sitting in any. I watched nervously as the ball rolled towards the hole. Closer, closer.
It stops short, and Kidd is in my face right away. Cheering and wooting, I calm him down some before I 'magicaly' make the ball fall in. Kidd's jaw drops and I hit him out of the zoo, never to return again.
I will never play mingolf again after this. I'm sure Kidd won't mostra his face around here again either.
