He was a year younger and in his senior year at college, and had a paper due in the morning. She'd already proof read it, three times even, but the ma... was dead set on making this art history paper as much of a masterpiece as the painters he wrote about."Obi sweetie" she moaned, "don't you want to come lie down and paint me with that big meaty brush of yours?" "I wish I could babe, but I have to save all my paint for the Mona Lisa." This wasn't some badly acted out role playing fantasy, it's. 'He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong; he puts the club away, and grabs a 9 iron.Boom!He hits it 10 inches from the cup.He is shocked. He says to the frog,'Wow that's amazing. You must be a lucky frog.The frog replies, 'Ribbit Lucky frog.'The man decides to take the frog with him to the next hole.'What do you think frog?' The man asks.'Ribbit 3 wood.' The guy takes out a 3 wood and, Boom! Hole in one.The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say.By the end of the day,. That’s strange. I heard rustling sounds and intermittent grunts and moans next door. What the hell? The walls of the dressing room were shaking and I heard slamming sounds as if someone was being thrown against it. I quietly put my ear to the shared wall to listen. My curiosity now piqued, I opened my dressing room door and inched towards the room next to me tiptoeing in bare feet. I tried to see through the slats but couldn’t get a good visual so I boldly bent all the way down to peer. We agreed to meet at grahams house on a Saturday lunchtime due to lack of privacy from our respective c***dren , i was asked to wear a dress by graham so i dressed up in new dress and heels , as we arrived at grahams house the sun was shining and a lot of his neighbors seemed to be out working in their gardens or washing cars , i felt a little self conscious , graham was just wearing a robe as he greeted us at the door and we went straight into the living room it felt wrong as soon as we.