Piss on Confucius.
It was his job to make someone happy.
Palm Springs desert classic?
And the pessimist said don’t put that blanket away just yet.
Best not to cross him.
High noon. Everybody showed up on time, so that’s a start.
Well, everybody else got their wish.
Nah, it’s still amusing.
How many participants croaked this year?
He lost his cool and had a really bad spill.