Putt Putt   part 2

	Just a few short days after the traumatizing west veego visor girl incident
it was time for pappy to enter the weekly miniature golf competition. 
He was still a bit distraught and hoped he would do good to ease his suffering.
During practice, he and gimpgoat were not faring well. 
Shots that should go in on any given day were missing by far, and this didn't 
help pappy's condition one bit. He figured today would be a bust and God would 
claim another victory. Pappy was paired with a nice old rotund fellow and the 
match began. He started off slow, but began to hit shots he never hit. 
Today seemed to be a good day!
Round two began with pappy tied for the lead with a young fellow. 
But after that round, pappy was in the lead by 2 strokes! 
Grampappy Was Amused.
The third round began horribly, and pappy was ready to lodge his pooh's 
blood-stained club in someone else's head, but the rattled off 4 aces in a row. Yee.
The round was over, and pappy anxiously awaited the results. After a nerve 
racking 3 minutes pappy was declared the winner and collected his trophy and 
certificate for 4.50 off his next putt putt purchase.
Grampappy Was Amused Yet Again.
Later he and gimp goat were practicing shots for the next week's tournament when 
the putt putt guy informed pappy because he shot so well, he would be advancing 
to division 1, where everyone is middle aged men going through mid life crisis and
will bite your head off if you blink too loud while they're putting because they seem
to think this is the PGA.
Grampappy Was Not Amused.
Pappy could not kill the putt putt guy because there would then be no putt putt. 
And that would be uncool. So pappy goes for the next best thing and knocks over 
the giraffe and lodges his putter in the turtle's head.
Later pappy kicked gimp goat in the ear for good measure.

Moral: Dammit randy I wanna be in division 2