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Originally posted by 6bee1dee
Yoda, the dowels.
Send in the dowels. Where are the dowels?
SEND IN THE DOWELS
(with apologies to Stephen Sondheim and Frank Sinatra)
Isn't it rich?
Can't find a pair!
Me here, my ball in the lake, you standing there.
Send in the dowels.
Isn't it bliss?
You look so smooth!
You just keep tearing up par...
Me? I can't move.
Where are the dowels?
Send in the dowels.
Just when I'd stopped...
Hearing the roars.
Finally knowing the laughter...
Was
yours.
Making my backswing again with my usual flair.
Sure of my Stroke.
Can't get in the air.
Don't you love G.O.L.F.?
My fault I fear.
I want to
Swing...
But you want to
Hit!
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the dowels?
Quick! Send in the dowels!
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my
timing this late...
In my career.
And where are the dowels?
There ought to be dowels.
Well, maybe next year...