Ah, a sunny and cool day. Perfect for going out on the golf course with my pal, "Whiskey" Willy and causing a monumental traffic jam as we take our 20 wacks to get the ball even near the hole while telling actual golfers they can't play through.
Wait, what's this taped to the computer? A list? My wife wants the lawn mowed and trimmed? And the garage cleaned (I promised I'd get that done about 2 years ago...) No beer until I'm done?? Great Caesars Ghost, I'm married to a slave driver! And Whiskey Willy just called and said he had a list, too. It's a conspiracy!!