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On Friday I had (possibly my first ever) an angus burger from a restaurant.  Didn't notice any real difference at all from the $4 burger with the $9 burger.  Plus I've concluded that regular cheddar just isn't as good as super sharp cheddar.  Regular cheddar tastes like eating a shoe sole.   So I guess from now on, I'm gonna skip the cheddar and go with American or Swiss instead.

Also went to the driving range on Friday, to practice teeing off.  Suffice to say, I wasn't too disappointed with my first ever golfing experience.  Tho I did tend slice the living hell out of most of my drives, they did have some excellent distance (no markers, tho) but I'd say I hit it at least 220 yards, if not 240 to 250.  Hit a bucket of balls with about 60 of them for $7, not bad.   I hooked about 7 and hit about 8 straight.  Also tended to clear the tallest fence on the far right side of me (which technically was there to prevent such things so some houses behind the range there got a little showering of golf balls courtesy of me). Tho i was so god damn sore on Saturday i could barely move; my back and especially legs were killing me.  Sunday was a little better and today I feel pretty good.  I will be driving more this summer and eventually get on the greens.  There's gonna be a group of 2, 3, 4 of us doing this so it should be fun. And like in baseball, i swing right-handed for whatever reason.  Everyone thought I should be a lefty swinger since I throw that way, but this is not the case.  I get all of my power from my right side.

And I have to say, I was never a fan of Molly Shannon.  She's too… aggressive.  She's like all "look at me! Look at me!  Look at what I can do!" like that hyperactive kid you see in the supermarket that you just want to smack it & its mother to the ground.  Tho I'm generally completely sick of every SNLer from the mid to late 90s.  Tho SNL has done a terrible job of scouting the past 13 years, hence why only Will Ferrell has had any kind of post-SNL success. 

And finally, sometimes I just feel like eating junk.  No matter how fattening, greasy or disgusting, I want it.  Senses be damned.  And the choice of my current junk?  The KFC .99 cent Buffalo Snacker.  Spicy breaded chicken, what's not to love about that?  Tho that pepper mayo ain't nothin' to sneeze at, either.  So usually I get one of each.  Tho I wish they'd use better bread for those things.  It's kind of stale and gross.  It's like a thick version of Burger King's crappy-ass ghost-white dry-as-ass buns.