Overheard on Somerset Street West
posted by Woodsy
"You golf?" she said looking and sounding surprised.
Well, Iggy Pop, the godfather of punk, golfs, I thought to myself.
"Yes, I golf," he insisted.
. . .do not exist. . .
"You golf?" she said looking and sounding surprised.
Well, Iggy Pop, the godfather of punk, golfs, I thought to myself.
"Yes, I golf," he insisted.
Labels: confessions, Coolness, golf, punk
1 comment:
I love her hair
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